The Hook

It was time to suit up again. The night on the snow covered roof was still fresh in his mind. The mysterious couple had shown him some amazing things. Magic. He sighed. He didn’t need this in his life. But they professed to be on his side. The jury was still out. What he did know for sure was that Blough was out there. His nemesis from those years spent in the Arctic circle with the Inuit Samurai…he had followed him here. He would have to deal with him. Before he could posses anyone else. That terrible hook hand…and that tattoo that swallowed souls.