The vault is open. Fisch has some flash bangs he snagged from when he was in special forces. He tosses one through the open door. We cover our ears. Inside, civilians are sprawled out on the ground. Powder hangs in the air. The windows are bleached. Those...

β€œYou really do like my collection, don't you?” Those words were among the most terrifying I had heard in my entire life.Β  Not because of the words themselves, but because of the man saying them.Β  The man who had me tied up in his living room,...