The faces were dotted like stars etched on a canvas. Each one had its own story—or rather, beatdown.
On the left was Jonah, someone who stuffed Logan's face into a toilet. Next to him was Dale, who went ahead and tore his homework moments before class.
Then there was Blake, then Justin, then Judith, then...
The list went on and on.
While it was interesting for Logan to be able to see so many wretched faces standing before him, he didn't feel any intruding red in his stomach, failing to charge him up or force a clenched fist or two.
Instead, a different feeling sprouted. This one, even through all his apprehension, persisted as a means to calm him down.
Logan stepped forward, hands at his side.
"What are you, exactly?"
The apparition laughed, then dipped down from its flight. Landing softly on its feet, it grinned:
"You know the answer to that."
