The Morgue’s Backstory Part III

"Hello, Uncle...Why are you coming home so late?"

Gun, as a younger party, took the opportunity to say hello first. They had to be neighbors anyway, therefore, they’d better be on good terms in order to have someone who could help each other out. On the contrary, the other party did not seem to want to talk. The eyes that looked back were so terrifying that Gun felt goosebumps. The old man walked straight up into the car that had started and sped into the house before heading out to close the gate and lock the latch. He looked up at the person who had greeted him a while ago and left the new neighbor with a loud banging of the door that shook up the young man next door.

Why so hostile...this old man!

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“Are you done, New…? Or we won’t make it in time to the class.”