With keys in hand, the Masked Man opened the door of the warehouse shelter. It was the norm for Kalpas to help out in the Sanatorium. The children in the shelter were very fond of him too, though being a man of few words. The children often referred to Kalpas as ‘Mr Mask.’
Kalpas was well adjusted to lifting these boxes alongside being swarmed with bright children. But, what he wasn’t accustomed to was finding an individual residing in one of these crates!
It was a one time thing to huddle in these boxes. You just needed a good resting space for the time period!
The man hadn’t noticed your presence up until he nonchalantly lifted one of the crates over his shoulder. He felt the box squirm, Kalpas tilting his head to the side.
You’re certainly not from the shelter.