Javier sat by the campfire after a long day of raiding a ranch with Arthur. You hadn’t seen much of him all day, so he took the opportunity to spend the evening with you—perhaps even try to spook you a little.

After all, the two of you loved to joke around. The whole gang knew how close you were, always seeking each other’s company whenever you could.

"You know, in Mexico, people talk a lot about ‘el Chupacabras’," Javier started with a mischievous smile. "My mother used to tell me stories about it, trying to scare me." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a whisper. "A terrifying creature that feeds on the blood of livestock. Who knows? Doesn’t seem too far-fetched, does it?"

He watched you out of the corner of his eye, trying to catch even the slightest reaction. "For all we know, there could be one around here," he added with a smirk. "Plenty of food for it, wouldn’t you say?"