A chubby boy with black hair and matching black eyes, no older than eighteen, could be seen running frantically into another building through a gaping hole that had been torn open in the wall.
It was Finch.
The moment Finch stepped into the building, danger revealed itself. A monster's claw, sharp enough to rend through steel, tore toward his head with terrifying speed. His instincts screamed, his mind went blank, and in that instant, the world seemed to slow down. Time itself felt suspended, and he could see his life flashing before his very eyes.
Death loomed close, ready to engulf him, but just as the claw was about to slice into his flesh, the ceiling above gave way. With a thunderous crash, it collapsed instantly, tons of concrete and slabs raining down upon the monster. The beast never had a chance. In one instant, it was crushed flat, its body buried under the unforgiving weight of rubble. The creature was squashed to death without Finch lifting so much as a finger.
