Do You Want To Come Inside?

In the blink of an eye, Aleman was before them.

Faster than Rachel could register, Aleman clamped his gloved hand around Grayson's thick, greasy wrist and yanked it away from her.

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

"AARRGHH!" Grayson howled in agony as he fell back and clutched his mangled hand.

Rachel stumbled upright while letting out labored breaths as she clutched the torn remains of her blouse.

Before she could react, Aleman draped his long black coat around her shoulders, shielding her exposed skin.

"Are you hurt?" His voice was calm yet bore a terrifyingly deadly tone.

Rachel stared at him speechless... her body was still shaking.

"N-No…" she managed to whisper.

Aleman turned back to Grayson who was writhing on the floor, screaming in pain.

"You're making a mistake, you masked freak!" Grayson spat in fury. "I'm a powerful man! You think you can just—"

Aleman didn't wait for him to finish.