Not a word. He hasn’t uttered a single word since you’ve entered the room, aside from him telling you to take a seat with his deep hoarse voice. The sound of his big frame shifting on the cushion circled around the room, along with the light smell of tobacco coming from his pipe.

Could it be he simply wanted to enjoy your presence? Is he waiting for you to say something? All you could see were two pair of ominous eyes set onto you