The rain had stopped, but the damp cold ha

one opti

a cab, promising payment upon arrival. She

r sanctuary. The studio of S. Anders. A clean room, a fortr

the code. The d

ed inside

io was d

ere toppled, their limbs scattered like corpses. Cans of blac

r her mouth in horror.

t had been drilled open. Empty. The emerge

a floorboa

spun

They wore ski masks and dark clothes.

d. His voice was muffled. "Mrs. Johnst

a cutting table. Her hand closed a

u?" she dema

ke sure you don't cause any more trouble.

ed into the table, missing

glass-walled office at the back of the l

the glass. Spiderweb

pulled out her phone. The scre

thought that Julian was only human and had no

. It was weak. But he was the onl

d up on the

ow?" he

sobbed. "The studio... th

s door s

scr

He heard the heavy bo

a male voi

ase!" Ka

A sound of metal hitting fle

oor. Then, a heavy boot stomp

t his phone. His blood ran cold. That wasn

"Locate her phone! Mobilize