Unholy Player

"Wh-Who are you?" The man’s voice trembled along with his body as he took a few steps back from the shadowed figure.

"How rude. We just met earlier today, did you already forget?" Adyr stepped out of the darkness, his voice casual.

The moment the man recognized the face and the uniform, he froze. The trembling stopped, and the fear on his face gave way to anger. "What the hell are you doing on my property?" His voice was loud and threatening.

Clearly, the fact that the intruder was Adyr had brought him a sense of relief.

"Come on, you can’t treat a guest like that. Sit down, let’s have a little chat," Adyr said as he grabbed an empty tin box from the side, flipped it over to make himself a seat, and sat down. He gestured for the man to join him.

"Are you nuts? Didn’t you hear me? I said, get the fuck out!" The man shouted, even angrier now. He grabbed a piece of firewood and raised it threateningly.

But Adyr ignored him. He calmly reached into the boiling water, pulled out a potato, and took a bite without even peeling it, unfazed by the scorching heat. "Hmm. Tastes good."

The man froze, glancing down at the firewood in his hand. After a moment, he lowered it and set it back where he found it. His voice came quieter this time, almost pleading. "You can’t just eat my food like that. That’s all I’ve got. I’ll starve."

He wasn’t lying. In a place like this, no one shared food or water. Everyone barely had enough for themselves.

"Don’t worry. Just sit. You can have the other one," Adyr said, taking another bite. He reached back into the boiling water and pulled out the second potato, holding it out. "Take it. It’s really good. Whoever grew these knew what they were doing."

The man hesitated for a moment but still took the potato. "Hot," he muttered, then dropped it to the ground.