No one’s head should turn around three-hundred and sixty degrees under any circumstances. But we aren’t talking about a human here, not really. Mom told me to always be wary of the Owl-Man, but I didn’t believe her until I saw him with my own eyes. His magnified, poison yellow irises settled on me, his pupils buzzing back and forth with hunger; unbridled and desperate.
I'm happy that I made it out of there, albeit with my left leg missing.