Keroli's POV
"Why are you crying?" I asked the boy. But he wiped his tears, as if trying to stop himself from crying.
He looked about my age to me, but it was impossible for him to be a doctor at such a young age. This could only mean that he was older than me.
"Sorry, I got a bit carried away with my emotions. I didn't startle you, did I?" the boy said calmly, as if trying to make me feel better.
"Did that man get this tattoo made on my waist, and do you work for him?" I asked him, as there was a tattoo on my waist, and that too of a petal. Shouldn't I find it strange? So many strange things had happened to me.
First, mom turned into a zombie, then dad, and then I left home. Leaving behind mom and dad, who were my entire world, I ran away from the house.
Even there, I ran into this strange man. If I hadn't taken that man's help that day, none of this would have happened to me.
