"Woah, woah, woah." Jaster backed up a bit while waving his hands.
"What's wrong, son?" She turned around slowly and looked at him.
"All I'm asking is the way out of here..." He rubbed the back of his head, his eyes slowly glancing at the grandma's back. The inside of the apartment was cramped, with only a wooden stair and a hallway leading to the underground.
The light kept flickering inside, giving the first floor of the apartment a gloomy atmosphere.
He shifted his eyes toward the grandma again, but now she was frowning. "I know, but look at the state you're in, kid!" She pointed her finger toward Jaster's head and slowly lowered her finger until it reached his feet.
Jaster looked down at himself. What the grandma said was true. His school uniform was stained with a mix of dirt, mud, and blood. His pants had holes all over them, and Jaster hadn't noticed this, but he only had one shoe. His other one was lost during his escape from the basilisk.
