Krystal’s POV
I gasped when I had set eyes on him. Colt remained motionless in the center of a dimly lighted hall, his hand drooping with his gun. He bore the appearance of a man who had been gutted but had not bled, he was just unsteady. I remained hidden, cowering beneath the one way glass, my eyes watching the impossible scene unfolding before me.
Hans was stalking him like a vulture. He had a smug smile spread across his face. The giant that never tired of the flavor of decay.
But it was not Hans or the gun or even that weird quiet of Colt that fixed me.
It was the screen at their back. A video loop that was vague yet clear. A woman chained on a hospital bed. Wires were woven over her head. I did not know her, despite her eyes looking haunted and ragged. And suddenly; it clicked.
