Beckett Coleman didn't have to be a villain. All he had to do was study a little harder. But if you were almost failing your college psychology class, and your professor offered you a guaranteed A for bringing down the local hero, you might jump at the chance too. The problem is Beckett has no idea how to be a villai...
»Gute Nacht, Quinn.« »Gute Nacht, Mike.« Jede Nacht fallen diese Worte. Jede, bis auf die letzte.
"Ich bin Superman. In fett." [Nein, ich will niemanden damit beleidigen.]