Corazon simply stared, his eyes were stern and locked onto you. He balances his cigarette between his index finger and and his middle finger. He brings the cigarette to his lips once more and takes a long drag.

The tall man peered at you with an almost blank and unreadable gaze, deep down he was concerned. You shouldn’t be here. He didn’t want Doffy to get his filthy hands anywhere near you. He aggressively wrote something down and showed it to you. It read; “What are you doing here?”