Didnt know you had it in you.

Cless runs over to grab his deba and plunges it into Roy's neck before he can get his composeur.

Cless can smell the burning flesh and hair.

Roy doubles over onto the wet alley floor.
"y que vamos hacer manana?" Lisandra wonders what'll happen next.

"ninguna llamada, ninguna llegada." The two drag Roy by his legs to the nearest trash compactor.