Chapter 13

One of the doors pushed open, and out stepped Lazarus Hamish. His old, dirty trench coat hung off his shoulders and lay open, letting the light shine on his bludgeoned and bloodied body. He looked around, shadows lingering under his eyes. He paused in the middle and turned. A gleam of metal caught his eye.

Bending down, Lazarus plucked something from the floor. A ring, caked with blood, now sat in his fingers. He flipped it upright to examine the head and saw a symbol of a claw on its flat face.

“And…cut!”

A buzzer sounded. The house lights lifted, and in an instant, the harsh facade of Lazarus Hamish was dropped, and Ethan now stood where Lazarus had. Everything from his body language to his facial expression altered in an instant.