Rohan sat back down, his hands trembling. He looked at the television screen in the corner. For a second, he could have sworn he heard the distinct, metallic sound of a blade being drawn from the back room—the sound he knew so well from the movies he sold.
Rohan studied the man. There was a scar running down the side of his neck, barely visible above his collar. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, but his eyes were sharp, alert.
Rohan sat back down, his hands trembling. He looked at the television screen in the corner. For a second, he could have sworn he heard the distinct, metallic sound of a blade being drawn from the back room—the sound he knew so well from the movies he sold.
Rohan studied the man. There was a scar running down the side of his neck, barely visible above his collar. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, but his eyes were sharp, alert.