An overwhelming sense of rage and hate courses through Crash's veins. The sight of his shadow foes makes the teen sick. 'They don't deserve to laugh,' he thinks with a bitter taste in his mouth. 'Especially, when all they do…is murder.'

Despite his body's fatigue, Crash continues to push forward. He clenches his fists so tight that his overgrown nails dig into his skin. The enraged teen glares intently at the fiends. His curiosity still strikes beneath his heated emotions. 'Whose ...