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Wolverine : No Survivors
The rain comes down like nails. Neon bleeds across the wet asphalt. Logan smells them before he sees them, gun oil, cheap cologne, fear trying to hide under bravado. Twelve men. Automatic rifle...
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Breath Before Impact
Lantern light. Wet stone. He stands still long enough to be mistaken for afraid. Footsteps rush in. A punch, he doesn’t block. He empties the sp...
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Soft Hands, Hard End
Night. Rain. Stone. Liang waits. Three men step in. Steel whispers. No threats, only breath and intent. The first lunges. Liang shifts an inch. ...
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THE PALE WRAITH
The wind came first, thin, needling, full of ash. He rode where the land broke its own bones, where stone jutted like exposed teeth and the sky ha...
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007 : NO FLAG BURNS FOREVER
The dead don’t haunt you all at once. They come back in pieces, reflections in glass, names you never say out loud, the smell of cordite when rai...
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The Punisher : THE MEASURE OF MEN
The rain came down sideways, the kind that felt deliberate. Like it had been sent. Frank Castle stood under a flickering streetlight three blocks s...
THE DRINK OF A BROKEN EARTH
Nobody remembered when the sky first turned the color of burnt pennies. Some said it was the factories, some blamed the wars, some whispered that t...
Dragonbone Alley
The rain hadn’t stopped since sundown. It ran in silver veins down the narrow backstreets of Mong Kok, where neon bled into puddles and cigarette s...
THE QUIET ROOM WANTS WHAT IT WANTS
The house arrived on a flatbed in sections, slid down the throat of the cul-de-sac like a coffin eased into its slot. When Ezra signed the papers, ...
Scales of Vengeance
Rain drums like static across paper lanterns, painting the night red and trembling. Inside the Dragon Palm Dojo, a hundred fists rise and fall in r...
Splinter Claw: Vermin Protocol
The city of Draymoor was choking on itself, flooded alleys, corrupt police, biotech gangs, and the smell of rotting wires. On rooftops, where the...
Resident Evil – Black Pines
The chopper blades tore through the fog as Chris Redfield stared down at the stretch of untouched forest below. Black Pines. It was supposed to be ...