Power Nap

The mercenaries had stayed outside the mansion grounds during the entire event, ready to enter at a moment's notice.

But when they saw the young man walk out, his clothes soaked in crimson liquid, along with his face, face and hands, they gasped.

He looked like an incarnation of a god of death and massacre, blood just dripping off of him as he walked past them.

Alfred stopped him, looking him up and down.

"Are you injured? Is any of this blood even yours?"

Although he asked this, he had a feeling he already knew the answer.

"I'm fine," Alex replied, his voice monotonous.

Alex kept walking, reaching the bus, his feet squelching in his shoes. But just as he was about to pull on the door to enter, a panicking Katherine pushed the door open screaming.

"Oh no, you don't! You will not be stepping into my mobile HQ looking like a vampire from an awful movie sixties movie! In the van, with the perps! Now!"