As Yuriko slipped around to the back of the house, she could see that the porch was in disarray.  The carcass of a half eaten hound dog lay strewn along with broken chairs... large clawed footprints burned into the wood of the porch itself, leading to a sliding glass door, or rather the shattered remains of one.  The interior of the house was dark, but the smell of blood was apparent even from this side of the house.  It was quite foreboding.<br/><br/>Matthias could feel the change within him break free just as the girl rounded the corner.  A burst of hellfire heralded the transformation from mortal to spirit of vengeance, and at last the Ghost Rider was free again to avenge the innocent blood that had been spilled.  He didn't have much time to revel in that freedom however, as the second floor window above him exploded outward and a man wearing boxer shorts and nothing else flew out, armed with an axe ablaze with fire, his eyes glowing a baleful red.  He awkwardly landed about 20 feet from Ghost Rider and turned to face him.  His body was covered in blood and it looked like he had slash marks all over him.  He laughed, his voice deep and ominous.<br/><br/><strong>"What's this?  A new plaything?  I hope you'll be more... resilient than the others."</strong><br/><br/>From the other side of the house, Yuriko could hear the crash and the horrible laughter.