The sound of wheels rolling over the hardwood floor followed, and Kyle turned to see his older brother entering the room in a wheelchair.
His brother, Ethan, had the same striking white hair but much shorter with streaks of gray that made him appear older than he was. His eyes, deep and weary, looked up at Kyle with a mixture of frustration and sadness.
Kyle sighed and stepped down from the window with the mask still clutched in his hand. "You know why I do this, Ethan. They're using supernatural abilities to hurt innocent people. I can't just sit here. I stopped the Oni from bringing the fruit of sin to reality but they're not the only bad supernatural players. There are others."
