"I see it!" the man in winter gear shouted. "Holy—this fight… it's insane! What the hell… what kind of monster…?"

Suddenly, he pulled back his hands and opened his eyes wide, frozen in terror.

"What did you see?" the tank-top man asked, his voice grave.

Both of them were completely serious now—no jokes, no bravado.

The winter-clad man took a moment to calm himself before speaking. "Mary's dead. Channing's dead. Guillermo's dead. All of them… killed by the same person. Damn it, that guy is in