The last man removed his mask to reveal blown pupils, obscuring his light blue eyes until they were nearly black, stark against pale skin. He strode from the bodies of the four men, broken like forgotten dolls, slumped and tossed against the walls, staring lifeless from the thick dirt floor. His chest was heaving, and the mask slipped from his fingers, hitting the dust with a soft thump before he collapsed to his knees in front of her. 