The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,On both moral and practical grounds, he wouldn't stand idly by while Old Jack and this groundskeeper named Haze died before his eyes.,The young man named Heather struck three robbers in quick succession with punches that moved at near-instantaneous speed, delivering blows with force exceeding two tons each, all within less than half a second.。