บท 94: Scream the hell out

In the dimly lit room, a distinguished gentleman sat in a high-backed chair, his weathered features marked by a finely groomed white beard and deeply etched wrinkles. He held a delicate glass vial containing a, violet-hued liquid, turning it over in his calloused, aged hands. The spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose as he scrutinized the liquid, his eyes squinting in concentration.

"May I inquire as to how you came to possess this?" The old man's voice quavered slightly, betraying his advanced age. Martinez, a famous seasoned cryptozoologist known across the world.

He posed the question, removing his spectacles to better scrutinize the imposing figure seated across from him, with one leg casually crossed over the other. He was surprised when this young man contacted him to learn about the local legends and folklore, for people nowadays tend to use the internet.