Chapter 193 Michael, when did you get back? Part1

Who could this be? Perhaps the neighbor forgot their keys again?

But no, a thought suddenly strikes me—it could be my son, Michael, who vanished without a trace two years ago.

Yet, the figure before me doesn't quite match; although his face is obscured, his build is much more robust than Michael's ever was.

Who could it be? Right now, he's sitting at the stairwell, blocking the path, leaving Betty and me with nowhere to go.

"Hey buddy, wake up..."

I felt compelled to approach and give him a gentle shove, but he didn't stir, not showing any sign of waking, only his snoring seemed to grow louder.

"Friend, wake up, you'll catch a cold sleeping here..."

This time, I pushed a bit harder, perhaps too hard.

He was balancing himself by hugging his knees, and my push nearly toppled him over onto the floor.

"Ouch... FuckYou... Who pushed me?"

At that moment, the man quickly came to, standing up and glaring down at me with fiery eyes.