“They watch me—the feeling as acute as a sharp, cold blade against my skin.
I may have lived an ordinary existence, but I can fight. Though my memory is
like a beast cowering in the shadows, I know in my core I can fight, as if it’s what
I’m wired to do.Her breaths echo in my dark cell. Is she real? She fills my
emptiness with heat, and God help the people that harm her.
I am the Solus. My name is Jericho, and killing is what I do best.”