Riley found a restaurant and indulged in a feast that lasted three long hours.
"Look at him eat!" one patron whispered, their eyes wide in disbelief.
"It's like he hasn't had a meal in a month!" another murmured.
"Exactly. Honestly, now I'm starting to believe all those wild rumors about him. With an appetite like that, nothing seems impossible for him."
"Maybe he's storing all that energy to fight. He could probably kill someone with sheer willpower alone," another chimed in, half-joking yet clearly awed.
"Nope, that's the way a man who's staring death in the face eats," an old man said, shaking his head with a knowing look.
The gossip swirled around him, but Riley paid it no mind. He remained seated alone at his table, savoring his meal at his own pace.
What did amuse him, however, was the sight of the three empty tables surrounding him.
