Chapter 15 Encounter

• The little man who had asked me for my name stepped out of the room. He indicated with a nod that I was to enter. Nervous for some unknown reason, I stepped forward and caught the look on his face.
• Pity.
• He was looking at me with an expression of pity, the expression one has while watching a moth race to the flame. Knowing that it is going to its death. And not caring to stop it. As for me, I almost stopped, turned and ran back.