"I need to quit smoking."

Tezca Tlipoca had produced a small mirror atop his left forearm. He was seated on the forest's floor, his dark pants getting coated with the soil, leaves, and whatever else was underneath him. He had even set his wolf mask onto the ground, propping up his left arm onto it to get a better angle. He was struggling to align the mirror with the cackling sun above him-which was damn near impossible because of all the trees in the way.

Pain in the ass running out of matches, now being reduced to this.

His last cigarette was set atop a rock in this Ukrainian forest. He had spent the last 20 minutes trying to angle the Sun's reflection just right, hoping some magnified light off his Demon Mirror would light his cigarette.

"After this one, I'm done smoking," Tezca said to himself. "Nicotine addiction, coughing, hacking. That stuff will kill me. Or eat up more of my budget."

As Tezca complained, he noticed the forest floor brightening. The clouds were dissipating.

He inhaled. "Alright," he muttered. He slowly increased the reflective power of his mirror, and sure enough, the sunlight was no longer only reflecting off his mirror but concentrated into a beam. It was a weak beam, but it was narrow enough that it should-

"Yes!" Tezca said quietly to himself as the cigarette caught aflame from the beam. He smiled as the Demon Mirror dissolved back into his left forearm. He reached out for the cigarette with his right hand.

And something leapt in front of him-and as it scurried, extinguished the small flame on his cigarette.

Tezca's mouth hanged open, and his eyes glazed over. Then he knitted his brow. "Freaking squirrels!" he screamed.

Then his eyes widened as he instinctively covered his mouth. "Right," he said to himself as he relaxed his eyes. "Be quiet. I'm supposed to be trailing him. But still-I oughta skin one of those pesky squirrels and make a new outfit out of them!"

And in his annoyance, Tezca then felt something within his very soul.

"Ah," he said to himself. He scrambled to his feet then bent down to pick up his wolf mask. He carried the mask with him as he ran in the direction of his target, struggling to drop the mask over his head.

"I found you, buddy," Tezca said to himself-or, rather, to his friend.

He then felt the mask his the top of his head and bounce a bit off his shoulders before settling in place.

"I'm coming for you, Justin."

Tezca sprinted, ignoring the branches knocking into his arms as he tried to make his legs move more quickly to where he could sense the defected Death Scythe's soul.

"And you're coming home."

As he ran, he forgot about the cigarette-his last cigarette-that he left behind.

This short chapter is for Day 1 of Justin Law Week on Tumblr. While it is currently the first chapter, I may move it to later, depending on when and how I finish the other chapters I'm writing.