As he tried to avert his gaze from the stress-inducing pile of letters seeking money, local man Todd Fincher remarked Tuesday that the ransom notes on his coffee table were really beginning to pile up. “I’ve been procrastinating on these for months because I just don’t want to deal with them, and now I’ve got a huge stack,” said Fincher, who explained that it was always easier to convince himself that mowing the lawn or cleaning the kitchen was more pressing, and that he could wait until the next day to withdraw 10 grand in cash from the bank. “Look at these. One for my son, one for my assistant at work, another for my mom. You just can’t get ahead in this economy. You pay to get your daughter back, and then two weeks later you get yet another picture of your wife locked up in someone’s basement. I keep saying I’ll get around to getting everyone back, but some of these notes are six months old or more, and I’m honestly just embarrassed. Some are addressed to the previous resident, too, even though I’ve written back to explain they haven’t lived here in years.”

Cyclops in this scene be like:

Hellfire Murder (2026) Official Artwork by Luciano Vecchio

(this is my legacy, as the outfit guy, so it's my duty to report on the most fashionable mutants of 2026)

A person is dead. But the real question is... who did it? The Fool who simply basks in the glory of the Sun? Was it the Queen, persuaded by a red Devil on her shoulder? Surely, the Peacock & the Dove conspired together, as a flock would do? Perhaps an enigmatic Angel, draped in the shadow of the Moon? A single Butterfly that claps its wings innocently? Maybe the Hound, chasing a secretive Cat, being pursued by the vicious Lioness himself...