There he was, standing in the spot that had now become his world, the only directions being the many clawed marks on the ground made by his cane.
Dig. Dig. Dig. Dig!
Old Bho looked 10 years older, but he never stopped digging for even a second.
Drip. Drip.
He didn't know when tears began flowing.
His eyes moistened, and his face turned sunken.
"My little grandson…"
Everyone stared in silence, not knowing what to say to make the old man feel better.
They wanted to tell him it would be alright. But even they weren't sure what Bho Jin's fate would be.
After all, judging from the dead fleshy chucks and good they saw aboard the cruise ship, who is to say the 2 who fell now won't be tortured down below?
Ayyy~
Old Bho's digging slowed as the hands holding his cane trembled more and more.
He looked to the ground, never looking up for a moment.
"Grandmaster..."