C16 Survive

Viktor returned that evening with an old man in tow. The old man was hunchbacked, and walked with a wooden cane. He wore beads on his neck and rings on his fingers, and waddled as he walked forward to greet me.

I approached him with a wide smile. “It’s so nice to meet you, I—”

“Let’s get this started,” the old man grumbled. Then he dragged me along