星 孩子 was walking through what he thought was an abandoned garden. Ivy had taken over most of the plant beds, wisteria hung down from the trellises. A broken pot laid next to a stone bench. There was no noise other than the crickets, no light aside from the moons stolen shine.

He walked until he found it, the skeleton on the last resident. A blade was wedged betwixt the ribs, right where the heart would've been. The bones had been stripped of flesh, courtesy of the maggots. Time had yellowed the bones. Expensive jewelry laid to rot on the skeleton.

That is what he had come for.