"It's called a Shadow," Shinjiro told her, his voice tight with worry. He barely glanced over his shoulder at Gina, trying to keep all his focus on the enemy. If anything happened to her - he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for it. "And it's bad news. Don't let it get close."

In his nightmares, of course, there's no reason even a single Shadow would be intimidated by him alone. And they would seek out innocent people, people who Shinjiro would try to protect - and fail. Either because the Shadow got to them, or ...

Castor roared in the back of his mind. The enemy was in front of him. Let him out. Let me out.

Shinjiro felt he had no choice, he pulled the Evoker from his pocket. It looked exactly like a gun, some kind of silver automatic pistol that he gripped in his hand. His face was set with a grimace. "Stand back - back 'gainst the door there. Don't get close t' me."