Oliver's undead minion raised you over the side of the building by the throat, the rotting corpse's eyes empty of thought. But Oliver was laughing off to the side.

The two of you were both part of a society where you got special powers when you turned sixteen, and since then the two of you had stopped trusting the other.

"Where you gonna go now?" They snarled. The scar on their cheek was one of the many you'd given them through your battles. "No where to run dumbass. Your time is up."