"Hey," a voice calls out, and I turn around to see a man. He's pretty average, except for the scars on his face and a missing right eye. Oddly enough, his remaining eye seems to exude some kind of aura.
"Alexander, isn't it?" he asks.
I meet his gaze, focusing on his unique eye. "Who are you? Is there a problem?"
"Nothing really, just..." he trails off for a moment. "I have a question."
"Go on."
Gulping, he says, "My name is Ken... Ken Ponderosa."
I narrow my eyes when I hear his last name. We share the same last name, and there's an aura in his remaining eye.
Ken appears stressed, as if he's been through a rough patch lately. "I think we're related."
"I suppose Ponderosa isn't really a common last name," I remark, looking at him. One thing for sure, if it weren't for his scars and missing eye, he would closely resemble my father.
