"Monsters... Monsters intent on the destruction of humanity." The nazzadi replies softly. His long strides quickly cover a lot of ground and in the distance you can see the back of the club. Local law enforcement swarm near the back door and they are taking a body away on a streatcher. An arm falls limply from under the white sheet and from the bracelet on the wrist you can tell it's Sharon. The nazzadi stops and sets you on your feet and you realize you can feel your limbs again.