Two Eyes Cenote sixty-first

Nazli was greeted with a curve of the mouth, a barely their twitch, a ghost of a smile that had never lived.

Akhtar stepped forward, gently moving the body with a foot to examine the wound further. Torn, jagged.

She suffered, before. A torn throat was not an easy death, drowning and unable to breath due to the blood.

Do we know the killer? A flick up to Senmut, then to Nazli, then back to Melody.

Poor creature.. He murmured to himself.