After the call, the young man had been staring at the nothingness. It looked like his soul just got sucked out of him. Cail bit his spoon as he stared at the young man with interest. It's always fun to watch someone crumble. It's free drama.
"That roasted guy... He's alive?" Cail remembered. It was the gardener that loves whipping people. "This is his brother? Looks harmless enough to take a bite."
Cail didn't engage in any small talk and just let the guy wallow in uncomfortable silence. Just as Cail thought that this peace would continue, there was a knock on the door.
The young man who was staring on the sofa was spooked, and like a cat, he sprinted towards Cail on the bed. He stared at the door warily, then looked at Cail, "A—are you expecting someone?"
