By our own volition, we were walking back into the room in which the unhinged nameless, old man lingered. We entered the room again and stood before him. We stood, our bodies shaking from the endless rounds of force. We returned to the room. Was it truly by our own will, or were we controlled? Manipulated like puppets. In such a striking circumstance, the old man would certainly be the one pulling the strings.
The old man's face wrinkled in mock shock. "O! What a surprise. I thought you three left the house. Here to spend some more time with the old man before his candles are blown out? How kind of you."
Hanso seemed infuriated. His face scrunched in anger. "Why couldn't we leave? This has something to do with you, doesn't it?" his tone of voice was much different.
