“There’s someone after me!”

Adam recognized the old lady’s voice. “Gladys! You have your skin.”

“Not important right now. I was out taking a walk and I just got attacked by someone.”

Dante stood up and began putting his gloves on. “Who was it?”

“I have no idea. Some tough guy with a helmet.”

“There’s been a lot of reports about a helmet guy in town. Why is he after you?”

“No idea, man!”

Dante pulled his mask on, its white eyes lighting up as it activated.

In the front room, glass shattered and the door blew off its hinges.