Suddenly, Shiroe is sucked back inside, through the broken window, and time seems to rewind. Stephenson is a drunken mess, but his mind is still running. [i]The Werewolf is a Tempest. We'll have no chance, unless...[/i] Stephenson weakly grabs his pistol, and shoots the Werewolf's weapon, detonating it. The serial killer is thrown back, but pulls out an ornate knife. A sense of nausea overwhelms the pair, and Shiroe is pulled toward the Werewolf, who grabs her by the arm and slashes with his knife. [b]You are, both of you, so [i]pitiful.[/i] Don't you see that? It is a mercy, my work. A mercy.[/b]