There’s this hidden jar, tucked away, deep inside, filled with everything vicious and cruel. The military didn’t put it there. It was always there, waiting. All it took was a little twist and—pop—everything came pouring out. Civilization washed away.

It doesn’t take much to open the jar, but once it’s opened, the seal is never the same. So much energy, so much focus goes into keeping that jar closed. It consumes every day, every hour. The constant strain leaves one drifting, wandering, waiting to be slapped awake.

The brawler slapped Hunt’s ear…