Episode 36 – "A Plan for Power"
Number 2 hit the wall like a ragdoll thrown by a gust of godly wind, crashing into the polished concrete with a hollow, echoing thud that seemed to silence even the buzzing refrigerator near the counter. Blood smeared down the beige paint like crimson ink from a ruptured pen, leaving behind a streaked trail as his limp form slid to the floor. His eyes were half-lidded, dazed, his nose clearly broken, and his lips trembling as they gurgled with the first signs of internal damage. His left arm twitched out of instinct, but the rest of him lay still.