The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the quiet night. Alexander sat, still weak but slowly regaining his strength.
The pain in his body was dull now, a constant reminder of how close he had come to death.
Across from him, the old man who had saved him sat with his arms crossed, his expression grim.
Alexander noticed the way the man's eyes kept shifting toward the door, his fingers occasionally drumming against the armrest of his chair.
Alexander exhaled deeply and met the man's gaze. "You've been restless all night," he observed. "What's wrong?"
The old man hesitated before leaning forward slightly.
"I wasn't sure if I should tell you," he replied, his voice low, "but earlier this evening, while you were sleeping, I saw something… someone."
"Someone?" Alexander echoed and the man nodded.
"Yes, a stranger. He didn't come close, but I could tell he was watching this place. He wasn't from around here."
