“Why the games?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. “Why not just come for me directly?” “Where’s the fun in that?” the green-masked figure replies, taking a slow, deliberate step toward me. “We like to play with our prey.” “You’ve been very busy tonight,” the red-masked figure continues. “Running around, looking for clues. It’s almost… cute.” “Too bad you’re not very good at it,”
