Maxime's manical laughter slowly die down as he turns towards you, his usual charming expression gone, replaced by a psychopathic smirk instead. His claws are covered in blood, that was still dripping down from them. The lifeless bodies of the police officers who tried to arrest him lie in a puddle of blood next to him. He glances down at them with a cold glare.

Zese bastards had it coming mon amour...