The newcomer regarded Alan with wary eyes, their expression a mix of caution and curiosity. They seemed just as surprised to encounter another human amidst the labyrinth's twisting corridors.
"Who are you?" Alan asked, his voice echoing faintly off the stone walls.
Alan noticed the wound on that newcomers throat, he figured out that the newcomer couldn't talk due to the wound.
As Alan observed the wound on the newcomer's throat, realization dawned upon him. It became evident why the newcomer hadn't spoken earlier. Sympathy welled up within him for the stranger, imagining the challenges they must have faced in the labyrinth without the ability to communicate verbally.
With a gentle expression, Alan gestured towards his own throat and then pointed at the newcomer in silent understanding. The newcomer nodded in response, gratitude flickering in their eyes.
"I'm Alan," he repeated, this time accompanied by a reassuring smile.
