"He's not dead yet?" A burly man emerged from behind the wooden door.
"Watch your word!" Senja snarled at the man with her rough voice. She had forgotten when the last time she was drinking and eating properly.
The burly man tossed a medium size brown pocket near her feet, "Make him eat that for every three hours." and opened his palm widely. "Money."
Glaring, Senja threw a pocket of money to him. "Go and get me some food and warm water."
With grumbled that man grabbed away the money and kicked opened the door as he walked out of the room. He was mumbling something about being a slave for a strange woman and a paralyzed man.
Senja sighed deeply. She was too tired to pay attention to what he was complaining about, as long as he abode with their agreement, she was fine with his foul mouth. She would never have thought that she would ask a helping hand from someone like him.
Ju Long.
Senja met him in that horrifying night.
