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Story: Saint of the Shadows

YOU cAN’T sTOP bLEEDING aFTER sOMEONE aLREADY bLED oUT. i wATCH yOU hOLD sOMEONE’S nECK aFTER THE fUN i hAD. i bEt tHAT sTUPID mASK AND cRAZY oUTFIT mAKES yOU tHINK yOU cOULD rEVERSE bIOLOGY. BUT bLOOD cAN’T gO bACK IN oNCE sOMEONE’S dEAD. dON’T lOOK sO sHOCKED. THE wHOLE pILE OF tHEM wERE tWO-bIT gANGSTERS—bORIS bADANOV wANNABES. iF THE rOOM DoESN’T StINk OF bLOOD AND vISCERA, IT wOULD hAVE rEEKED OF bORSCHT AND vODKA. tHEY don’t wANT TO wORK FOR mE, sO i mADE sURE tHEY nO lONGER wORKED. cONSIDER mE dOING yOU A fAVOR. tHERE’S A wHOLE lOT fEWER tHUGS TO cAUSE THE cITY tROUBLE bECAUSE i rIPPED tHEM FROM lIMB TO lIMB. im tEMPTED TO sEE wHAT yOUR iNSIDES lOOK lIKE, tOO, BUT i sEe THE fLASH OF bLUE AND rED. i wOULDN’T wANT TO cAUSE aNOTHER sCENE, wOULD i? i’LL sEE yOU aGAIN, mASKED mAN. AND wHEN i dO? mAKE IT A cHALLENGE. pUT UP A fIGHT. kEEP IT eXCITING. wOULDN’T wANT TO sAY THE sPLENDOR iS gONE aLREADY, eSPECIALLY wHEN i hAVEN’T eVEN sTARTED yET.