Takeshi clenched his fists, his teeth grinding audibly. "That godd*mn scumbag! If I ever get my hands on him, I'll make him commit Seppuku and then chop off his head myself!"
Charlie, in contrast, remained calm. Three years of solitary survival on a deserted island had taught him one invaluable lesson: no matter how dire the situation, calm analysis and careful planning must always come before action.
Sliding the intelligence report back into his pocket, Charlie stepped forward. As the sole survivor of the previous group, he felt a heavy responsibility to ensure that as many of these newcomers survived as possible.
He cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. Once the group had turned to him, Charlie spoke with quiet authority, "As you all know, there's a deranged killer on this
