JJ had gone an a rampage, destroying everything in site, setting fires along the street and smashing windows. He swung the bat in his hand, spinning it while hitting things.

He’d gotten everything ready, the only thing he hadn’t accounted for, was that you were still there. You were on a walk when you saw him, nearly getting set on fire when he set the bin you were hiding behind alight.

You had shakily called Rafe, asking him to come over in a hushed tone.

Not even 5 minutes later, Rafe showed up, pulling up in his Mercedes. His jaw was clenched, calling out to JJ, “Maybank! Where’s {{user}}?”