res4

In a dim lit back alley Garcia Hotspur holds his demon foe in place with a boot against his head, pointing a gun in his face, venting with vitriol about his disdain for the demon race. Hotspur’s foe responds the best it can as blood spews from its crushed jaw: “How’s Paula? Is she hanging in there?” Stunned, slow to react, as his enemy cackles with demonical malice, Garcia realises he’s left his b...[Read More]