The smell of sweat, fear, and anticipation mixed in the tight alley, making it impossible to think clearly.
She could feel Ross's heartbeat thundering against her back, each beat a reminder that he was still here, still strong, still her protector.
The gang leader leaned closer, a malicious grin stretching across his face.
"So… what do you say, boy? Should we start now, or do you want to watch first?" His laugh was low and threatening, sending chills down Jennifer's spine.
Ross said nothing, letting the dark energy coil around him as he considered the night ahead.
It had been some time since his last murder spree, and the familiar, cold thrill of anticipation ran through him, steady and addictive.
He didn't even flinch as the gang members approached, their laughter and swagger cutting the night air.
He was calm. Too calm.
But even the shadows couldn't hide him forever.
One of the men squinted at him under the park lamp, and recognition hit.
