This wasn’t the first time you saw the Banditos.

They traversed Dema often, though usually during the day when the bishops were performing rituals. You were taught to ignore them, but they always intrigued you.

You were outside when you saw the torches. Your instinctual reaction was to turn away, when you saw a familiar face amongst them, beneath a yellow bandana covering his face.

He saw you, but didn’t approach. Still… the look in his eyes told you he would return.