PRETEND PRINCESS
Bang.
This time, I heard movement. A shuffle, followed by the sound of a lock clicking. The door creaked open just a sliver, revealing an elderly man. He was thin, with wispy gray hair and deep wrinkles that seemed to map out a long life. His faded brown eyes narrowed as he peered at me.
"What is it? Who are you?" His voice was hoarse, suspicious.
Before I could answer, a small dog—no, a puppy—poked its head out, barking at me in a mix of excitement and hostility. It hopped around my feet, its missing leg instantly catching my attention.