Starglow Basin We're bad people and we do bad things

This woman Soto calls Sangre. He has watched her. He has decided she is unlike others. She does not seem to take pleasure in butchery.

She seems to take pleasure in nothing.

Her red approach is stark against bleached skies. Osiel perches atop the mount as gargoyle, overlooking the expanse of barren territory commanded by Verapaz.

“Sangre,” she is met with a deep red stare to match the stains of her coat.