Dave yanked the blade from the burly man's gut with a wet, tearing sound, the man collapsing with a groan that was quickly drowned out by the chaos around them. Blood soaked the ground beneath Dave's boots, but he didn't pause, he turned toward the building, ready to storm inside and finish what he started.
But then, a figure emerged from the shadows of the entrance.
Slow steps echoed across the cracked tiles as the man walked out, his posture unnervingly relaxed for someone surrounded by death. A red mask covered the upper half of his face, smooth and featureless, like a doll's.
But Dave didn't need to see his eyes to know who it was. The moment he saw that mask, he saw the calm, calculated movements, everything Peter had told him about clicked into place.
Kim Hyun.
The name came with a rush of cold anger, tightening in Dave's chest like a fist.
