My fist hit the bag again with a satisfying thump. I bounced lightly on my toes as I thought, hitting the plastic with all I’ve got. It was gratifying to listen to the sound and feel the material give under the force of my punches. It had been a long day. We had no leads this time, although I was pretty sure who had taken her.
Rufus Black.
The Crow.
The man who experimented on children. He created me.
I threw a particularly heavy punch, wincing as my wrist rolled.
I didn’t know why he had taken her. He had no reason to. He had been after me, and I knew it. I wasn’t sure what he would do to her until I found them, and I
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