"Young man..." An old man dressed in normal clothes stood behind him.
Cain felt his heart skip a beat. Why was the decrepit old man calling out to him? Had he been found out?!
A head full of white and a grey goatee mixed with just a hint of black. It was clear with a single glance that this man was very old.
Suddenly, the old man moved closer. Cain didn't even get to blink before he was before him. The old man smiled at him,
"Walking around like this is like smacking a sigh that says, 'Look! I'm right here!' on your forehead."
Cain was dumbstruck.
With a smile still on his face, the old man spoke again,
"Don't act out. Just follow me quietly. Don't worry. I'm on your side."
Cain was beyond baffled. However, he didn't let this series of events take his reasoning away.
His eyes narrowed, "You most definitely aren't a normal old man. What do you want?"
