Victoria and Michael spun around in fright, huddling together immediately.
What they saw before them was a grubby middle-aged man. His hair was matted into clumps, and his face was so dirty they couldn't discern his original features. His clothes were ripped and worn. He was looking rather displeased as he fixed his gaze on Victoria and Michael.
Victoria, her voice shaking with fear, stuttered, "Um, sir, can we... can we help you with something?"
The old man responded harshly, "Can you help me? I should be the one to ask why you are here! Strolling into my home without even knocking, that's quite an impolite thing to do, don't you think?"
Home?
Victoria and Michael were suddenly all over the place.
From the old man's words, was this shabby bridge tunnel his home?
