The creep hit the floor hard. Blood splattered across the tiles, dark under the strobe lights. People screamed. The crowd broke apart in panicked waves as security rushed in.

The masked man turned toward me.

Only his eyes were visible, dark and unfamiliar. He was tall, lean, dressed in all black like he stepped out of the shadows on purpose. As he adjusted his cap, the neck of his shirt shifted and I caught a quick glimpse of a tattoo. Sorta geometric, like a broken circuit or shattered glass. ...