Chapter 8

The boys, along with Luna, began climbing the slope to the old house, which, like all the others, was carved out of cave rock.

“Hey, Mike, do you feel safe here?” The girl asked and looked at her new friend.

“Well… Relatively, of course, but at least I’m confident about not dying from a crossbow shot at any time.” Said MJ and nervously giggled.

“Well, you're a kidder, my friend!” Alistair replied ironically just as they approached the entrance.

“Here we come!” The young lady pointed to the boys at the door. "Come on in.” Make yourself at home.

“Knock-knock” Luna knocked on the door.

“Come in!” A stern male voice answered.

“Dad, why aren't you happy to meet our guests?” L said, barely opening the door.

The man went downstairs, wiping his hands on a piece of cloth, and raised his spectacles to his forehead.

“Mr. Smith and Mr.… Kovlich?”

“Kevlich.” Mike corrected.

“Yes, that's right… Sorry, bad memory