The shattering of the massive stained-glass window tore through the wet, heavy air of the alleyway like a localized explosion. Zeven felt the jagged shards of colored glass slice through his dark coat as his body spun through the empty space, plummeting into the downpour outside. The cold rain bit fiercely against his overheating skin, but it did little to numb the agony spreading outward from his left shoulder. He hit the muddy earth with a heavy, ungraceful thud, rolling hard across the debris-strewn ground before sliding into the shadow of a rusted shipping container. The neurotoxin was already singing through his altered veins, a volatile green poison that made his muscles spasm in rhythmic, agonizing pulses.
"Get up, you cannot stay here in the open floor," Zeven hissed to himself, h
