A strange man

Nathan's POV

He didn't answer. He stepped closer and stared right at me.

"You're freezing," he said quietly, like he actually cared.

I looked at him, confused. "Who are you?"

He didn't say.

Instead, he placed something warm in my hands. I looked down—it was a small bundle wrapped in cloth.

It was a loaf of bread. Still warm.

I stared at it, shocked.

"Eat," he said softly.

"But… why?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He looked at me and said, "You might not make it alive with an empty stomach."

Then he took a step away.

"I'll be back before dawn."

And just like that, he walked away into the night.

I looked at the bread in my hands and contemplated if I should eat it. I was damn hungry, but what if it was poison?

I scoffed. Why should I care? If it was poison, then it's good. At least the Moon Goddess has answered my prayers.