Starglow Basin Asesino

That soft voice - like the sound that leaves made as the wind passed through them. Moises. 

The spear turns his sharp features toward the young man and takes in his appearance. Something always seemed to be off about the boy. Something always seemed to be dwelling beneath his flesh like a spread of rot that was making a claim on his body. No one was fond of Moises except for the boss. Lanza was neutral with all of them. Maybe neutrality felt similar to kinship. He placed the satchel at his paws, protective of it. 

Un regalo para Juárez. 

The spear's eyes fixed on Moises' face. 

¿Has comido, Moisés?