Edio Yenye Shavu

. The muscles in his arms were held in a tight, strained flex—too deliberate, too tense—like a frightened cat puffing up its tail to look bigger. His hair was a bright, artificial green, combed carefully over the top while the sides around his ears were shaved close, the stark contrast drawing even more attention to the color he clearly wanted to be his signature. Jack laughed with a harsh, mocking sound that echoed through the cheap metal walls of the bus, “You guys hear that? This guy wants t