Completely ignoring the strange man and what he offered, he turned on his heel and sprinted back to his apartment, a sick feeling in his stomach as he let himself in and locked the door behind him, throwing the ripped and sodden bag of noodles onto the kitchen counter. “f**k!” he yelled to the empty apartment. “f**k!” He was angry and ill at ease, unable to understand what the hell had just happened and why the man with the white eyes had said such strange
words to him. He turned on the television in an attempt to distract himself from what had happened, but as he ate a sandwich he couldn’t get the evening’s events out of his mind. What if, perhaps, he had missed an opportunity because of his fear? What was the meaning of the dead bug that the man had held out? And what had he meant by ‘n
