Normal

He lives in your community, in a nice house with a well-tended garden. He shops in your grocery store, bumping shoulders with you and apologizing with a smile. He drives beside you on the highway, politely waving you into the lane ahead of him. What you don't know is that he has an elaborate cage built into a secret basement under his garage. And the food that he's carefully shopping for is to feed a young woman he's holding there against her will?

This is how it's been for a long time. It's normal and it works. Perfectly. Then he meets the checkout girl from the 24-hour grocery. He doesn't need any of them anymore. He only needs her. But just as he decides to go straight, the police start to close in. He might be able to cover his tracks except for one small problem? He still has someone trapped in his garage. Discovering his humanity couldn't have come at a worse time.