Third person's POV
Shakenly and fearfully, Aiden opened his eyes, his vision blurry at first as it adjusted to the gloom. The cold, damp floor beneath him sent shivers up his spine as he realized he wasn't alone. There, in the center of the room, stood his grandfather.
The old man was dressed in pristine white, a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings. He stood motionless among the huddled captives, their hushed whispers about Aiden creating a low, unsettling hum in the background. The first weird thing Aiden noticed was that the old man had no legs. It was as if he was floating in the air, defying gravity and logic.
The second weird thing was that his face kept changing. It would morph from the grandfather's deep-set frown, lines etched with disapproval, to Pa Solomon's warm, inviting smile. The transitions were seamless yet jarring, like a flickering light struggling to stay on.
