The hallway was dimly lit, the flickering fluorescent lights casting long shadows that danced across the cracked walls. Ezra stood at one end of the corridor, his ornate mask hiding his features as he stared at his prey.
The gang members, a motley group of thugs and bruisers, were clustered at the other end of the hallway. They were armed with a small range of weapons. Knives, bats, and chains. They laughed and jeered among themselves until one of them, laughing loudly, caught sight of Ezra. His laughter trailed off. "Guys..."
His friends turned to where he was staring and saw Ezra. "Who the fuck is this?" one of them asked.
"Probably one of those two weirdos guarding downstairs." They laughed, slapping each other on the back for the joke.
Ezra took a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The laughter died down, replaced by a tense silence.
