He grabbed the braised pork with his filthy hands and shoved it straight into his mouth. Evelyn was even worried he might get his hair in there too.
His clothes were so dirty their original color was indiscernible, but she could tell they were thin. He had no shoes on, yet he didn't seem cold at all.
Evelyn Ford took out all the porcelain she had brought back from the tomb.
"I'm returning these to you. Can you leave now?"
The man tilted his head, glanced at the boxes of porcelain on the ground, and finished off the last piece of meat before looking up at Evelyn.
"Hungry."
An idea struck Evelyn, and her expression turned interrogative.
"I can give you something to eat, but you have to answer a few questions. Are you a zombie from the cavern?"
He shook his head.
Evelyn was taken aback. 'If not, then where did he come from?'
"Why are you here? Are you going to kill me?"
"Hungry." He was getting impatient. Evelyn hmphed.
"Are you human?"
