[s1e8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's... [Fresh – 2026]

Jax swung a desperate punch. His fist connected with Leo’s jaw and shattered with a sickening crack of bone against indestructible alloy. Leo didn't even flinch. He stood up, and the table beneath his elbows crumpled like tin foil.

He picked up a stray jacket from a nearby stool, pulled the hood over his head, and stepped out into the rain. The issue wasn't that he was a monster; the issue was that the monster was the only thing keeping him alive in a world that wanted him in a cage.

As he vanished into the shadows of the alley, a single thought echoed in his mind: Issue #109 is going to be even worse. [S1E8] Issue #108: You Won't Like Him When He's...

"You’re leaving when I say you're leaving," Jax said, slamming a hand onto the table. The water in Leo’s glass jumped. "You look like that guy from the news. The one with the freak problem."

"Oh, I think I do," Jax sneered, reaching out to grab Leo’s collar. "I heard the reward for you is enough to buy this whole block." Jax swung a desperate punch

Leo looked down at his trembling hands. A faint, silvery shimmer danced under his skin, like mercury flowing through his veins. It had been three weeks since the accident at the Ishida Labs. Three weeks of blackouts and waking up in craters, surrounded by the wreckage of whatever—or whoever—had crossed his path. "Hey, pal. This booth is reserved."

Jax didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled backward, falling over chairs, and disappeared into the night. He stood up, and the table beneath his

Leo didn't look up. The voice belonged to Jax, a debt collector who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and bad intentions. He had two shadows behind him, both grinning with the kind of confidence only a baseball bat provides.