Erik stood amidst the grisly aftermath, his gaze fixed upon the scene of carnage that sprawled before him.
The sight was overwhelming—thousands of bodies strewn across the floor, each one bearing the gruesome marks of Erik's merciless hand.
Men, women, young, old, it mattered not; Erik spared no one in that shitty hole these guys called headquarters.
June went to kill Death, the assassin, while he took care of the others.
Among the lifeless forms littering the ground, he recognized some familiar faces—individuals he had encountered in the past, prowling the streets, peddling drugs, beating up the innocents.
For once, things turned out to be relatively easy and without sudden twists.
There were no sudden revelations or unforeseen obstacles to thwart his progress, and each time he killed an enemy, he felt a dark satisfaction.