Henry Caldwell was silently cursing this godforsaken day. He struggled to his feet, every bone in his body screaming as if it had been knocked out of place. Before he could even run, he was sent flying into the wall by another kick.
"Fuck—"
He cursed inwardly. 'This guy hits way too hard.'
'Even more brutal than that other guy.'
'What kind of monsters does this Sydney Sawyer have around her?'
The mask was already making it hard to breathe, and before he could even catch his breath, the man was upon him. He carried an indescribable scent—a mixture of medicine and disinfectant...
His presence was suffocatingly lethal!
He was incredibly strong, grabbing Henry by the collar and hoisting him into the air with unnerving ease.
The sheer disparity in their strength sparked a single thought in his mind:
'I'm screwed.'
It was too dark for Henry Caldwell to make out the man's face, but he could feel the aura radiating from him.
Frigid. Terrifying. Devoid of any warmth.
