Blood spattered across Knight’s face as the knife slit the man’s throat. The man fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Knight closed his eyes, breath shallow. The five bodies before him — lifeless, bleeding — but his mind was elsewhere. On her. On that bloodied face he couldn’t forget.

After a few seconds, his eyes snapped open, and he looked down at the five bodies scattered before him, blood pooling beneath them. He stared, expressionless, as if he hadn’t just committed a massacre.

Blood slid down his wrist, pooling at his feet. But Knight was not satisfied. There was another blood he wanted splattered all over the ground....