As soon as Jerouch pushed his head forward, trying to observe the house interior, he instantly pulled backwards, and a deep wrinkle manifested on his face along with his twitching nose.
''Arghh!'' Jerouch covered his nose, his eyes squeezing hard, barely hiding his disgust.
A dense, dizziness-inducing smell was what attacked him, and even Gudra flew off his shoulder trying to escape the hellish smell.
Jerouch quickly brought out a thick, grey cloth wrapping, covering his nose with it before glancing at the person who opened the door.
It was a scraggy man in a dirty, tattered, maroon tunic and olive pants.
He had deathly pale, pink skin, and tint red spots layered his body.
His eyes sunk in, and his bald head complimented them, giving him a more zombie vibe.
'Is he even alive?' Jerouch wondered.
The person barely looked in his middle-aged, but he already appeared like someone who was at death's door. Well, maybe he was…
