People were sent out to investigate, and they brought back news that it was one of the Harlow family who rang the bell.
"What's going on with that fellow?'' An old man with a slightly hunched back asked aloud as he left his room with a steady tap of his cane.
As he reached the stairs, he saw a figure leaning against the railing, blending with the shadows, but his blue eyes glowed ominously, like those of a predatory beast, not a human.
"Tch." The old man clicked his tongue, not wanting to face this son of his—he wondered how his grandson was doing on the surface.
"Old man, do you want me to follow you? Though I'll care less if the town gets destroyed… yawn… I have to protect you." The man muttered his last words in a gruff, emotionless tone.
The hunched back older man, angrily slammed his cane, and looked at the face, which bore about 80% resemblance to Ethan's, causing his anger to soften slightly.
