What does he want?

As the explosion rocked through the space, Thomas threw himself forward, shielding Eleanor with his body. They crashed to the floor of the hallway. Screams and cries of pain emanated from inside the hall. But they sounded muted to Eleanor’s ears, which had been momentarily deafened by the loud explosion. The air was thick with smoke billowing from inside the hall, making it hard to see anything. But as she struggled to adjust her eyesight, she saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway. She could tell it was a man. He was dressed all in black. He stood there, watching, doing nothing. Couldn’t he hear the calls for help from the hall? Why wasn’t he helping? He took a few steps closer, and her eyes fixated on his face. That was when she recognised him. It was the man from the other night, the one who had accused Sophia falsely and later escaped from the prison at Blackstorm. Eleanor had been thinking about him every day since then, trying to crack his identity. She had finally remem