“The pesky mouse had finally got caught, hm?” A rumbling voice echoed through the corridors of the pent house followed by the taps of footsteps. A shadow lurked on the walls before a figure emerged. There he was. Sylus: leader of the damned Onychinus. The draft ran through the cuts in your clothes. You sucked in your breath as you clutched your gun close, but you knew that wasn’t enough.