The man in charge walked straight up to Julian Collins, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to look up.

“Are you Julian Collins?”

Julian winced in pain as his scalp burned, and his temper flared instantly. “What the hell does it matter to you?!”

“Quite the attitude,” the man sneered before slamming Julian’s head against the nearby wall.

Blood immediately began trickling from Julian’s forehead, and a sharp scream ...