Norris Moore sat there hugging his legs, head lowered, not making a sound.
Once he became quiet, there was not a single noise in the room.
The strong scent of blood mixed with the piercing cold wind seeped in through the cracks in the corner of the wall; Norris Moore drew his legs in, shivering from the cold.
The other person wasn't eating either, Norris felt he must be watching her.
After what felt like an eternity, the man came over, took away her bowl of ramen, and left his portion for her.
Norris picked up the bowl of plain ramen and took a taste.
The two portions were different not just in texture, but also in flavor.
Leaning against the wall, she ate, her heart unsure of what to feel.
After dinner, he went out to throw away the trash.
There was no electricity in the room, hence no lights; he didn't open the window, not wanting her to be cold, and leaned on the windowsill to take out a dagger. Using the moonlight and a lighter, he heated the blade.
