Chapter 13

• Somewhere in Grand Z City, inside a building.
• Giovanni was wiping blood off his hand and wrapping it with a cloth as he stood by a large fish tank. “Tell everyone to wake up by four. Let’s avoid the port as much as possible.”
• Simon’s eyes glanced at the other man’s hand, particularly spotting the fresh wounds on its knuckles. His boss had done it again. For the past weeks, every night especially during midnight, unbeknownst to everyone, Giovanni had been losing himself. Each time, for a reason nobody knew, he would punch the wall until his hand hurt and nobody. Not even Simon or Mortis could stop him.