Laura stood over the battered body of the man who had once considered himself invincible. The leader of the now-dead gang crawled through the blood-soaked dirt, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Half his limbs were missing, torn away by the merciless jaws of Fenrir, and blood poured from gaping wounds. His eyes were wide with terror, darting to and fro as if hoping to find an escape from the nightmare closing in on him.
Laura's footsteps were calm, almost eerily so, as she approached. The man's hand trembled as he tried to push himself further away. His voice, hoarse and broken, muttered a desperate plea, but it was barely audible over the rustling wind.
"Your name," Laura said, her voice devoid of emotion, as if she were speaking to a ghost. "Tell me your name."
The man hesitated, eyes flitting to her face. He coughed, blood staining his lips, and his words were barely a whisper. "Jason… Jason Borneo."
