C33

The man sits tight for me in the patio, when I stop before him neither of us says anything, I only receive a movement with which I understand that I must follow him. Aside from the light from a light in the living room, the rest of the house is, by all accounts, dim.

My heart skips a heartbeat when I realize we're strolling toward the hallway where I saw the old man and the guy with the wavy hair, my heart pounding dramatically as I arrive I see a doorway-sized opening in the divider. With a signal, the gentleman asks me to enter.

I take a dry time before intersecting with the opposite side of the opening, feeling an abrupt part of the ordinary being overpowered the moment I'm inside the unfilled room. I inhale deeply, a lot of structures in my throat. I take a couple of steps as my eyes scan every corner, I've been here before, I feel it in my bones.

—You realized that he was here, right? — the man asks me consciously, I sit down a little next to which I suddenly change direction to