Rhune walked sideways keeping his back to the wall. The Inquisitors were already inside and had set about their gruesome work. Screams of pain no longer bothered Rhune; his transformation had put an end to the nightmares but old habits die-hard. With a backhanded swing of his right fist the locked wooden door shattered and he spun round entering the building with his gun raised in his left hand. The screams continued as only one Inquisitor stopped his work. He turned around and pulled back his hood with one hand. His face was pale but covered with many small tattoos. Rhune recognized each as symbol from the original Kanon, the mere sight of them sent a chill down his spine.

“You are not required here Rhune incarnate leave us to our work!”

“The butchering of women and children I think not.”

“It was your