96 Days are numbered.

Alexander's icy voice cut through the air like a blade, chilling William Thompson to the bone. "So you are the one," he said, his tone dripping with menace.

Hearing that, William Thompson's knees almost buckled. At the same time, his phone chimed with messages. 

As William's trembling fingers fumbled for his phone, his heart pounded in his chest like a drumbeat of dread. With shaking hands, he unlocked the device and opened the messages, only to be met with a sight that made bile rise in his throat.

The images that flashed across his screen were grotesque, a macabre tableau of carnage that seared into his retinas like branding irons. Paul Jobs lay sprawled on the ground, his lifeless eyes staring blankly into nothingness. His once-handsome face was now a mangled mess of blood and gore, barely recognizable as human.