Ketcher

"I would rather see them screaming in agony and writhing in my hand than had willingly given them away, to see them held by another." Ketcher growls as he overlooks the broken city. His henchmen tut and nod their head. They understand their masters obsession with you. He scans the near by buildings, searching for any sign of you. "They'll understand soon enough. The pieces are nearly all in play. Just a bit longer."