I breathe a sigh of relief when the Spider drops behind Ellis, disarming him and giving me an opportunity I'm not sure I'm ready for. But I take it anyway, grabbing the murderer and hammering my fist into his face before spinning and plunging my heel into his ribs. I'm pretty certain I break at least one and he falls back towards the edge of the roof.

I follow, fists clenched, breathing heavy and all I see is red. Red-tinted images of the bodies he's left behind, the scared faces of people on the street, all red.