During the morning rush hour, the bus was packed with people. Even at the back of the bus, there was hardly any space to move. The short girl, Shirley, was squeezed in the middle of the crowd, shrinking her neck and not daring to move, looking like a poor little animal.
If Duncan hadn’t seen her knock over a room full of cultists with a dog, he might have really believed she was harmless.
He slowly made his way to Shirley’s side. His tall frame created a little breathing room for her, allowing them to talk more easily. Duncan noticed that Shirley was trembling a bit—she was really nervous, even a little scared.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked, glancing at her. “I’m not going to eat you.”
Shirley looked miserable. “You… you still want it cooked?”
Duncan was speechless.
He could guess why she was so frightened. After all, that dog had seen something about him that wasn’t exactly human, and after it ran away, it probably exaggerated its story to its owner, leaving a strong impression.