Two Eyes Cenote no, no, it's rightfully mine.

consciousness creeps back to him.
he lifts his small head in a daze—soon discovering he is surrounded by a wall of blurry figures and muffled voices; snarling, shouting—
hell had followed him to the desert and ensnared him once more. his fate is surely doomed—a crowd, the harbinger of destruction.
his heart lurches to be stolen away by the jaws of a kidnapper.
but no—stormchaser is not here and he couldn’t find qiao and rowdy’s in pieces and
a surge of energy; riot is to his feet in seconds, as if he’d been electrocuted. he dodges between figures and takes off on wobbly legs toward qiao’s den under the pitchblack night.

exit unless chased