The moment Klaus's eyes landed on the back of the figure, he knew his past had come to visit him, or more like his past had called him over.
He could only walk toward him.
"Oh, you didn't get lost." The figure turned and looked at him with a teasing smile.
"Why, were you expecting me to get lost?" Klaus asked.
"Wouldn't that be fun?"
Klaus just smirked, walked close to the pier, and sat down.
"Here you go," the figure handed him the fishing rod he was using and took out another. The bowl was still empty, meaning he hadn't caught anything yet.
"I don't know how to fish," Klaus said, rejecting the fishing rod.
He wasn't really in the mood to indulge in stuff like this. The only reason he was inside this realm was because of Pickle Berry.
Yesterday, when he touched her, he had the urge to put his blood on her head. Naturally, he knew it was something important, so he didn't want to get to it right away.
