Greg Vs Raid 9-47

  Cutscene: Kenji Shimura                                                   – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ April 19, 2011 6:50 PM “C-come on, c-c-come on… come on!”  The harsh sound of something scraping across a wooden floor continued as the young man muttered to himself, words nearly as shaky and stilted as…

Cutscene: Sparky – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ He feels it. The weakness. The cold. The darkness creeping in with each passing moment. His thoughts flit, flicker and fade as he sees lips below glowing eyes move, forming words he can’t hear anymore. He opens his…

Grief 7.7b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – “…that was kinda weird,” Greg muttered to himself, running along the walls of a Downtown skyscraper, his arms thrown behind him as he moved at high speeds. The cool evening air whipped past his face, muffled by his…

Greg knelt on the edge of the tar-paper roof, red leather of his gloves creaking as his fingers dug into crumbling concrete. New England wind bit through the open top of his helmet, whipping bright blond hair around his white lenses. The backstreet Greg had tracked them to was a dead end, following the path…