Eight.
There is such a great amount of the human population that lack the knowledge I once did. It gets harder by day to walk amongst all the stern ignorant faces. Such determination to posess all the answers, but no imagination to comprehend them. It's easy to pass through cities unseen these days, nobody wants to know what you're dealing with, so they don't see the monster inside. I'm mostly a shadow that few notice at night, and a normal person at best during the day. It's hardly as restricting as I thought it would be. People seem to have forgotten what their grandmother's grand wives' tales told warned them in their childhood, they barely look over their own shoulders anymore.