âWhat do you need help with?â
"I don't know where I am. This isn't my world, is it?"
She took a small sniff of the sir she could tell he wasnât from the place â I came definitely tell that youâre not from hereâ she said to him âcome onâŚI can take you to where Iâm staying till we figure out how to get you home.â
Gordon followed the hellhound blindly.
The last time he had done something like this, he'd been tortured. Though to be fair, he'd lost count of the many times that that had happened.
"Thank you." He mumbled, lost in his own little world.
He was afraid.
Leading him to the small house she stays at when she isnât out, she opens the door for him to walk inside. âAre you sure youâre okâŚ? You seem like youârere still not feeling ok.â
















