Richmond caught Dustin by the neck. The man's eyes widened in terror, but before he could react, Richmond tore his head clean from his body, discarding it like a broken doll. The head rolled to a stop a few feet away, eyes staring blankly into the void, while the body crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
Presley and Alex threw themselves backward, a mixture of surprise and fear etched across their faces. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, but Richmond had no care for their terror. His only focus was revenge. It wasn't his fault. It was the fault of the world, and the world would pay for every insult, every humiliation, every embarrassment done to him.