I wiped the blood off my knuckles and glared at the hunched figure bound on the metal chair before me. The man had long hair that reached below his shoulders and eyes that glowed bright yellow. His shirt was tattered, and bruises marred his body, but we were not any closer to breaking his spirit.
Growling, I threw the towel I used to wipe my fists just as the doors opened. Ezio entered first, followed by Marku. A silent threat surrounded Marku like an aura, and it unsettled me to see him so off-balance. He was always so calm... the most level-headed among the three of us. So, what the hell happened?
Ezio stood beside me and pointed his thumb at the man. "Apparently, he's The Shadow."
Without uttering a single word, Marku dashed towards him. His fists collided with the side of his jaw, s
