"Alex, is that you?"
He suddenly froze, the light coming from the end of the hallway almost blinded him, yet he still continued to stare as the beating of his heart accelerated. Festul, who was just about to sleep, got up and looked around, searching for any potential threats.
The beating of Alexander's heart had told him, whoever was here was not a friend. The goosebumps that had appeared on Alexander's skin gave him further clarity.
He growled, looking ahead into the light, ready to pounce.
[What are you doing! Get your blades!]
Festul said, urging Alexander to take his swords out of their scabbards. However, Alexander didn't.
"It really is you!"
The voice was heard again, and the figure appeared from the light. A man wearing a full black suit, with polished shoes and a good physique. He screamed order or cleanliness, and his outfit proved it. He also had quite the strange mustache, like the monopoly man.
