The knocking echoed through the bus, slow and patient, like it knew time was on its side. Kenzo’s eyes stayed fixed on the door, his chest burning where the mark pulsed brighter with every second. “Don’t open it,” the hooded woman whispered urgently. “Once it steps inside, it won’t leave alone.” Outside, the thing wearing Tunde’s face leaned closer to the glass. “I just want to talk,” it said softly. “You owe me that much.” The invisible presence beside Kenzo growled low, vibrating through th...