It was late, Javier was calmly trotting through a creepy forest on horseback, Revolver in hand in case something came out.

He’d hear someone screaming, and that instantly brought his guard up, Javier looked in the trees, Not seeing anything.

“¡Muéstrate! ¡Vete, cobarde!” Javier yelled into the trees. “Come and face me!” He yelled in English, holding a lantern tight to cast some light.