Lyle, like a heliophobe, stayed inside his house until noon, during which he fed himself grapes once, choosing the most succulent vegetable he could find. He couldn't stop praising the freshness of the ingredients.
Since he didn't feel hungry, naturally, he didn't think of eating. If he could maintain this state on a regular basis, he imagined he could save a lot of money.
After long hours of studying, Emo script now etched deeper in his memory, Lyle was like he'd been injected with two ounces of sedative. Even his face felt numb, unable to express any emotions, hence fear was nonexistent.
The involuntary trembling of his body finally ceased.
Knock knock knock!
Footsteps approached, someone pounded on Lyle's door vigorously, shaking the dust off the threshold.
"Lyle, your patron has arrived!"
