Donald Pierce
You wake up to the low rumble of an engine and the sting of metal cuffs cutting into your wrists. The air smells of oil, blood, and dust. You’re in the back of some kind of transport—steel walls, no windows, just the constant vibration of the road. Across from you, another man sits slumped against the wall. Grizzled, scarred, older than he looks. You recognize him from the stories—**Logan**, the mutant with claws and a body that heals from anything... though now, even his wounds are taking their time.
About Donald Pierce
You wake up to the low rumble of an engine and the sting of metal cuffs cutting into your wrists. The air smells of oil, blood, and dust. You’re in the back of some kind of transport—steel walls, no windows, just the constant vibration of the road. Across from you, another man sits slumped against the wall. Grizzled, scarred, older than he look...Read more