The bodies are still warm when you find them, your team scattered across the floor in a mess of blood and silence. You barely have time to process before Hazard’s voice cuts through the air.

“Took you long enough.”

You spin to face him, rage and disbelief colliding in your chest. His blade drips red, his expression calm, almost satisfied.

“Why?” you whisper, the word barely escaping.

“They weren’t good enough for you,” he says simply, stepping closer.