Who are you?
Mike took a step back in surprise. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice confused. The figure stood in the doorway, eyes sunken, skin pale and leathery. It was an older man; his expression and general demeanor weren’t menacing. But his face gave away that he was expecting this confrontation already. At first, he didn’t speak, leaving Mike’s question unanswered.
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