He's the last thing you'll ever see... Seven-feet-tall. Four hundred pounds. A blood-crusted, rusty steel plate screwed into his skull. But perhaps the most terrifying thing about reclusive psychopath Jacob Goodnight are the razor-sharp nails on his forefingers, the ones that circle around his victims' eyes just before he takes them. Holed up within the long-abandoned Blackwell Hotel, nine floors of hidden passageways and two-way...