The war leaves its mark.

Previously

…“Then we give him the opposite,” Alex declared. “We make him think he’s won. We make him think I’m cornered. And then… we strike.” The trap was set. Not for Alex, but for Thorne. And Alex Thorne, the ghost haunted by his past, was ready to become the hunter. The silence of his apartment was no longer a burden, but a prelude to the storm. The war had left its mark, but it had also forged him into something unbreakable. And now, the final battle for justice, and for the souls of his fallen comrades, was about to begin.