[s1e8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's... Info

Leo looked up. His eyes were no longer human; they were glowing orbs of molten lead. He didn't roar. He didn't scream. He simply spoke, and the floorboards groaned under the weight of his words.

Jax didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled backward, falling over chairs, and disappeared into the night. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...

"I told you," the entity said, its voice a chorus of shearing metal. "You won't like me when I’m like this." Leo looked up

The bar went silent as the air itself seemed to grow heavy. Jax tried to pull back, but his hand was caught in a grip that felt like a hydraulic press. He didn't scream

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.