บท 319: Unexpected Faces (1)

He was probably at his late thirties. About half a head taller than me, he had blonde hair and was wearing simple, borderless glasses. His blue eyes were filled with fear as he clenched his fists. 

"And… why are you wearing pyjamas?" I felt the need to ask, glancing at his light blue clothes.

He stepped back and quickly put the dining table between us. "Stay away! Are you with that crazy woman?" He shouted, pointing at me with a panicked expression His hand was shaking.

"What woman? Why the hell are you in my house?" I replied, taking a step closer. He almost yelped as he stepped back. 

"You look just like her!" He protested. "And what do you mean your house? This place is a dojo…" His voice suddenly faded. His expression darkened as he furrowed his brows and tilted his head slightly. "Hang on…" He mumbled.