Jessamae bursts into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind her. In one fluid motion, she turns the lock, effectively barring Mary and Jasper from following her. The pounding of their fists against the door echoes ominously behind her as she takes in the chilling scene before her. The frigid winter air seeps into the room, stinging her cheeks as it swirls around her.
Hanzo is perched precariously on the balls of his feet, balanced on a narrow ledge, his footing remarkably steady despite the dangerous position. He holds the magistrate's bloodied body upside down, suspended over the edge with a single gloved hand. The magistrate dangles precariously, the ground far below, even from this vertigo-inducing angle.
Hanzo turns, his eyes shadowed and intense as they lock onto Jessamae. He ho
