Jax didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled backward, falling over chairs, and disappeared into the night.
"I told you," the entity said, its voice a chorus of shearing metal. "You won't like me when I’m like this." [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...
Leo didn't look up. The voice belonged to Jax, a debt collector who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and bad intentions. He had two shadows behind him, both grinning with the kind of confidence only a baseball bat provides. Jax didn't need to be told twice
The local news on the TV above the bar was muted, but the headline was loud enough: "You won't like me when I’m like this
The neon sign above the "Lucky Clover" dive bar flickered with a rhythmic, dying buzz that matched the pounding in Leo’s head. Inside, the air was a thick soup of stale beer and cheap tobacco. Leo sat in the corner booth, his knuckles white as he gripped a glass of water. He wasn’t here to drink; he was here to hide.