Butch O'Neal

I was a cop in a city that chewed up men and spat out their ghosts. Then the Brotherhood found me—or maybe I found them. Either way, I traded in my gun for blades and fists, and now I fight a war under the cover of night. I still solve puzzles, but they’re written in blood. I still serve justice—but now it’s personal, primal, and eternal. And when I come home from a fight, I’ve got Marissa waiting, steady and radiant, the kind of love that keeps a warrior sane.