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Behind him, he heard the first faint wail of sirens. Ahead, the night was endless. There were other names in the ledger. Other whispers. Other monsters.

Sophia, the youngest, stared at the skull on his chest plate. She didn't scream. She whispered, "Are you a monster?"

"You lied," Frank said quietly. "There's no ship. There's a container. Refrigerated. You were going to seal them inside." The intel from the previous week had told him that. He just needed confirmation. o justiceiro serie

When the echoes faded, Frank walked through the carnage. He didn't look at the bodies. He was already scanning the shipping containers lined against the far wall. He found the refrigerated one—a new model, clean, with a heavy padlock.

Frank looked at the chain-link bracelet on her wrist—the one her mother probably gave her. He looked at the fear in her eyes, and the tiny spark of defiance that was already starting to grow there. Behind him, he heard the first faint wail of sirens

"The police are three minutes out," he said, his voice softer than it had been all night. "When they get here, you tell them the truth. And you tell them you don't know who opened the door."

Frank looked into Rizzo’s eyes. He saw the calculation there—the desperate hope that he could warn his bosses, that he could still get out of this. Other whispers

"Yeah," he said. "But I'm the kind that eats other monsters."