Why are you here?
“Who are you, and why are you here?” You ask him, showing your teeth.
“Why does it matter? I’m just passing through!”
“Your name. Now!” you roar at him.
“It’s Tal.” He leers at you. Looking at his size, you can’t argue with it, either. “Who the ** are you?”
Written by PrinceZahn on 17 October 2017