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| Evil Forest |
Deep in the heart of the ominous Evil Forest, nestled within Forest County, lies an artifact of immense power, guarded by the enigmatic Chief Priest. Chosen at birth, this man wields the unique ability to commune with the forest’s creatures, who alert him to any intruders threatening his sacred shrine. Swift and decisive, he protects the artifact with unrelenting force. No one knows the Chief Priest’s name, a secret shrouded in mystery. His birth is heralded by a rain of blood and a sun that scorches the earth in a fiery blaze, forcing the townsfolk to remain indoors lest they face the wrath of the gods.
The people of Forest County live in fear of the Chief Priest. They would rather endure their troubles in silence than approach him for help, believing that disturbing him risks divine retribution. A strict taboo governs the land: no outsider may take anything from the Evil Forest without facing death within 24 hours. Even natives who steal from the forest have only seven days to confess their sins to the Chief Priest and perform a cleansing ritual to appease the gods, or they too will perish.
Over time, many residents fled Forest County, drawn to the promise of modern life in distant, developed towns. Some sought wealth and opportunity; others grew weary of the constant fear and the gods’ capricious destruction. As generations passed, those who left forgot their ancestral roots, and their descendants grew up ignorant of Forest County’s traditions and taboos.
Our story begins with four friends—descendants of those who abandoned Forest County. Unbound by tradition and driven by a hunger for quick riches, they care little for the old ways. One evening, as they shared drinks in a dimly lit bar, a stranger approached. The friends paused, their glasses halfway to their lips, and sized him up. Short and impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, he wore a diamond-encrusted watch that glinted under the bar’s flickering lights. A wide-brimmed hat shadowed his face, obscuring his features, but his air of wealth was unmistakable.
"Good evening, gentlemen," the man said with a flourish, tipping his hat slightly.
"Good evening to you too, Mr. Man," one of the four friends slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. The others smirked, their vision blurred from too many drinks, dulling their senses.
One friend staggered to his feet, attempting a clumsy bow, but the man in the hat caught his arm, steadying him. "No! Don’t do that—we’re all equal here," he said firmly, preventing a fall.
"If ya say so," the friend mumbled with a lopsided grin, glancing at his companions as if he’d achieved something heroic.
"My name is Jonathan Mikel," the man announced. "May I buy you gentlemen the next round of drinks?"
"That’s little Johnny talking," one friend chimed in, nodding eagerly at the offer.
Jonathan signaled the bartender, who shuffled over with fresh drinks. As the bartender retreated, Jonathan added, "Now that I’ve introduced myself, it would be rude if none of you shared your names."
Emboldened by the free drinks, a thin-framed friend with a permanent scowl tapped his chest. "I’m Ola. That guy with the stupid grin is Rockie," he said, pointing to a tall, lanky figure with dark skin. "Over there is Jaden," he continued, nodding toward the short friend with shoulders that rivaled Dwayne Johnson’s. "And the last one’s Kelvin," he finished, gesturing to a hefty man who loomed like a cow in the dim light.
Jonathan Mikel shook their hands, his beaming smile unwavering. "Now that we’re acquainted, let’s make a toast."
"Yes!" the four shouted in unison, glee lighting their faces as they raised their glasses. "To more free drinks!" Ola bellowed.
"No!" Rockie interjected with a hiccup, swatting Ola’s hand away. "Let the gentleman who bought us drinks propose," he insisted, nodding toward Jonathan.
Jonathan smiled inwardly, sensing his moment. He lifted his glass and declared, "To a fruitful and beneficial partnership that brings in millions."
"Hear, hear, hear!" Jaden slurred, draining his glass and eyeing Jonathan, who promptly signaled the bartender for another round. The friends erupted in cheers, crowning him "a baller among us." Jonathan waved off the praise and leaned in. "I need your help."
"What sort of help?" Kelvin asked, his voice steadying.
"A help that’ll fetch each of you five million dollars," Jonathan replied.
"WHAT!" they exclaimed in unison.
"As in five million dollars?" Ola pressed, needing confirmation.
"Yes," Jonathan nodded. "And what you’ll have to do is simple. Deliver an artifact to me."
The buzz of alcohol seemed to fade as the sum sank in. Jonathan noticed their clearer eyes and pressed on. "This stays between us," he whispered, beckoning them closer. "The artifact is hidden in the Evil Forest of Forest County."
"Why not collect it yourself?" Rockie challenged.
"Because I’m not from there," Jonathan explained. "Only those born in Forest County can take it."
"It’s just an artifact—you could grab it and be done," Ola insisted.
"Anyone not from there who trespasses is done for," Jonathan countered, drawing a thumb across his throat from ear to ear.
"How did you know we’re from there?" Jaden asked, suspicion creeping into his tone.
"Look, guys, I did my research," Jonathan said, glancing around to ensure privacy. "Five million dollars could change your lives forever."
Jonathan could see the calculating looks on their faces, and he pressed on. "Think of what five million dollars could do for you. No stress—just retrieve the artifact and deliver it to me. No strings attached."
Jaden leaned forward, his voice measured. "Can you give us a moment to think about it?"
"Of course," Jonathan replied, standing and signaling the bartender for another round. "I'll be over there." He pointed to the far corner of the bar. "Signal me when you're ready." With that, he walked away.
The four friends sat in silence, nursing their drinks, each lost in thought. Kelvin broke the quiet, nudging Ola. "That forest is full of evil, man. My old man used to tell us terrifying stories about it."
"Yeah," Jaden added, his tone serious. "My dad said the same. He swore those stories about the evil forest were real."
Ola scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Forget that old talk. We’re in the modern world now—no such thing as the supernatural."
Rockie shook his head, his voice sharp. "Don’t be a blockhead, Ola. Tradition never dies."
"You’re the blockhead," Ola fired back. "Plenty of traditions have gone extinct."
"Guys, I don’t care about traditions," Rockie said, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "Five million dollars could change my life."
Kelvin glanced around nervously. "I don’t know, man. My old man said if you try stealing that artifact, the gods will strike you down from afar."
"Damn you and your old man," Rockie snapped. "I could use a few million to turn my life around. If you’re scared, sit it out. More for me."
Jaden placed a calming hand on Rockie’s shoulder. "Easy, man. We need to do this. Besides, it’s a chance to visit our ancestral land, see where our fathers lived."
"Yeah," Ola agreed, nodding slowly. "There might even be relatives still living there. We should start preparing."
Jaden glanced at Jonathan across the bar and gave a subtle nod. Kelvin shifted uncomfortably. "I’m scared, guys. I don’t know."
"Jonathan’s coming back," Ola said urgently. "Make up your mind, Kelvin. Are you in or sitting this out?"
Kelvin sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I guess I’m in."
Jonathan reached the table just then, his eyes scanning their faces. "What’s the answer?"
"We’re all in," Ola said firmly. "But we’ll need cash for logistics and preparations. As you can see, we’re broke."
Jonathan sat down, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper. "That’s not a problem. I’ll provide five hundred thousand for expenses. But don’t think you can run off with my money." His lips curled into a snarl. "You’d regret it."
The friends exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of his words settling over them.
"That won't be a problem," Ola said, glancing at his friends, who nodded in agreement.
"Then it's settled," Jonathan said with a wide grin. "Now, each of you needs to give me your account details. I'll transfer one hundred twenty-five thousand dollars to each of you to make up the five hundred thousand dollars. I promise."
They scrambled to share their account numbers, and right there, Jonathan sent the funds. Their phones pinged with alerts, and their faces lit up with shock. Never had their accounts seen such sums before.
"I could buy a small car and a house now!" Kelvin exclaimed, his earlier fear of the evil forest forgotten. They all shared a grin.
"Don't get too comfortable," Jonathan warned. "This is just the tip of the iceberg. Imagine having five million dollars in your accounts, earned without breaking a sweat."
They nodded eagerly. Jaden pictured his uncle’s face—the one who’d said he’d amount to nothing—as he imagined buying the latest car and a house. "I’m in," Jaden said firmly.
"Now, if you boys will excuse me, I’ll let you start planning," Jonathan said, taking a few steps away. He paused and turned back. "Oh, I almost forgot." He tossed a card with a phone number to Ola. "When you find the artifact, call that number. I’ll get to you in no time. Good hunting, guys." With that, he left.
"Everyone needs to get their gear now," Rockie said, standing up. "No excuses about money, and don’t be stingy. We’ve got five million dollars waiting to be claimed and spent."
"Absolutely," Ola agreed, rising to his feet. "We need to reach the evil forest within the week so we can wrap this up and be smiling at the bank."
A WEEK LATER.
A few weeks later, the four friends—Ola, Rockie, Kelvin, and Jaden—set off for the infamous Evil Forest. The mood was light as they cruised in a rented Toyota Highlander, laughter filling the cabin.
“How’d you convince your old man to let you borrow this beauty, Rockie?” Ola asked, leaning forward from the back seat.
“Didn’t borrow it,” Rockie grinned, gripping the wheel. “Rented it for two grand. Told him the guys and I needed it for a trip.”
“Two grand?” Kelvin chuckled from the passenger seat. “Your dad’s gonna blow it all on liquor, isn’t he?”
Rockie shrugged. “Probably. But it’s worth it for this ride.”
“So, how do we get to Idaho County?” Jaden piped up, sprawled across the back seat.
“Let me check,” Kelvin said, pulling out his smartphone. “Google says it’s a 34–36-hour drive from Tunkhannock, about 2,250 miles. If we split it over three days, that’s 12 hours of driving a day.”
Ola let out a low whistle. “That’s a haul.”
“For a five-million-dollar job?” Jaden smirked. “That’s nothing.”
“Here’s the route,” Kelvin said, scrolling through his phone. “We start in Tunkhannock, Wyoming County. Take US-6 West or PA-309 South to I-81 South near Scranton, about 15–20 miles. Then hit I-80 West near Wilkes-Barre. We’ll cross Pennsylvania and Ohio—around 400 miles—through places like State College and Akron. Flat roads, easy driving.”
He continued, “Then it’s 350 miles through Indiana and Illinois. Watch for traffic near Chicago; we might take I-90 West to avoid it. After that, 700 miles across Iowa and Nebraska—Des Moines, Omaha, North Platte. Long but fast. In Wyoming, we stay on I-80 West through Cheyenne and Laramie, about 400 miles, but it gets rugged. Near Evanston, we switch to I-84 West into Utah, then Idaho—Twin Falls, Boise. From Boise, it’s 200 miles to Idaho County. We can take US-20 West to ID-75 North through the Sawtooth Forest, then US-93 North and ID-28 to Grangeville. Or, simpler, ID-55 North to US-95 North, straight to Grangeville.”
“Man, that’s a trek,” Rockie said, laughing. “But five million bucks? I’ll drive to the moon for that.”
“Told you it was a lot,” Ola said, shaking his head. He swapped seats with Rockie to take the first shift at the wheel.
“No whining,” Jaden said, tossing a chip from a bag he’d cracked open. “We’ll have fun along the way. Music, snacks, maybe a detour or two. Let’s make this epic.”
Part 2
The car hummed along the open road, and the four friends swapped stories of their past escapades, laughing over shared mischief.
"Hey, Jaden," Rockie said with a sly grin, "you remember Gabriella?"
"Yeah, how could I forget?" Jaden chuckled. "That girl with the big bust and that whole 'I'm-better-than-everyone' vibe. Wasn’t she a pastor’s daughter or something?"
"That’s the one!" Rockie said, smirking. "Turns out, she’s a total baddie."
"No way!" Jaden leaned forward, eyes wide. "Spill the tea, man!"
Rockie’s grin widened as he launched into the story. "So, it was pouring rain one day, and I was dodging Mr. Billy, the math teacher—"
At the mention of Mr. Billy, the others groaned in unison, "Ugh, that guy!"
"Yeah," Rockie continued, "so I’m running from Billy, and the rain’s coming down hard. You know that closet door just past the gym?"
"Now that you mention it," Kelvin piped up from the backseat, "I always wondered about that door. Never checked it out, though. Looked boring."
"I thought they kept dirty, smelly stuff in there," Ola added. "Always smelled something weird when I passed by."
Rockie burst out laughing, barely containing himself as he saw the confusion on his friends’ faces. "Man, you guys are clueless! If you’d just opened that door…" He trailed off, a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Spit it out already!" Jaden said, his glare cutting through the laughter.
"Alright, alright," Rockie said, still chuckling. "So, I duck in there to hide, and turns out, it’s not a closet or some gross storage room. It’s a cozy little bedroom where the gym instructor naps after training."
"What?!" the others exclaimed in unison.
"Yup," Rockie said. "I stumbled in by accident, running from Billy. And guess who I caught in there, having a little fun with a dildo?"
"GABRIELLA?!" the others shouted, jaws dropping.
Rockie’s smile was pure mischief. "You guys can figure out the rest," he said with a wink.
Ola slammed on the brakes and turned to Kelvin. "Man, your turn to drive. I’ve been at it for six hours."
"Hold up, Rockie!" Jaden protested. "Don’t leave us hanging with half the story. Give us the full scoop—this trip’s long, and we need the entertainment!"
Rockie leaned back, savoring the moment. "So, I walk in, right? I’m about to yell, but Gabriella’s quicker. She slaps a hand over my mouth and whispers, ‘Don’t shout, please! I’ll be ruined, and my family will be disgraced. I’ll do anything you want.’" He paused for effect, then laughed. "And, well, let’s just say I took her up on that offer."
"Damn, you got lucky!" Ola said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"That girl always looked at me like I was trash," Kelvin muttered, glancing at his friends through the rearview mirror. "You should’ve heard the stuff she said about me. Made my skin crawl."
"Well," Rockie continued, "I told her she’d have to let me do whatever I wanted, or no deal."
Jaden grinned. "So that’s where you were sneaking off to every time you said you’d ‘be back in a moment,’ huh?"
Rockie just laughed, leaving the rest to their imaginations as the car rolled on, the friends still buzzing with the scandalous tale.
It was getting dark, Ola said, peering out the window. "We need to find a motel."
"What'll be the fun in that?" Jaden frowned. "When we could just camp out along the road?"
"Nah, we can't do that," Rockie chimed in. "We need a gas station—and we need to check the truck."
"There's nothing wrong with the truck," Jaden replied. "I had it checked before we rolled out."
"Come on, man, use your head," Ola said. "We've been driving for about twelve hours now. The truck needs a once-over so we can have smooth sailing."
They checked into a motel along the road called the Seedy Paradise. "How seedy can this place be?" Jaden asked with a nod toward the flickering neon sign.
"Not as seedy as us, I guess," Rockie said. "I'm gonna buy one of these after our adventures."
"Well, it comes with a gas station and maintenance shed to boot," Ola added.
"I'm heading straight to bed," Kelvin said with a yawn. "Tomorrow's another long day on the road."
"Yeah, me too. I need that rest," Rockie replied, heading to his room after they'd checked in.
The next morning, the four friends hit the road again—this time with Rockie behind the wheel. "So, who has a great story to beat mine?" he asked as he accelerated along the freeway.
"None of us, I guess," Ola said, gazing out the window at the endless landscape. "I could do with this kind of isolation."
"You want to be a hermit?" Jaden teased.
"Nah. With five million dollars, I could change the scenery here and turn it into an industrialized hub."
"Let's get the money first," Kelvin said with a frown. He'd realized it wouldn't be easy, but he didn't want to dampen their spirits. He knew the journey would be dangerous—if not now, then on the return trip. He still couldn't shake the story his dad had told him about the evil forest.
After Rockie had dared them to top his tale and no one could, he just laughed. "For a grand from each of you, I can spin the biggest story you've ever heard."
"You can eat your story," Ola said with a grin. "I'm not losing a grand just for that."
"Well, you lose," Rockie shot back with a smirk.
They fell silent after that, each lost in their own thoughts, wondering how the journey would end and what they'd do with the money if they made it.
Ola dreamed of investing in real estate and technology. He wondered what name he'd give his company and how he'd work tirelessly to make it one of the greatest in human history.
Jaden planned to party hard and live like a baller. At first, he'd thought—with a hidden grin—that with such a sum, he could bed every woman he desired without a care. Now, he realized he'd become the ultimate ladies' man. He nodded to himself in agreement.
Kelvin wondered if the gods would even let them spend the money. He knew they'd never be truly free; there would always be consequences for their actions. Internally, he murmured, Their will always be a price. He glanced at his friends, wondering if he'd lose any of them—or if they'd lose him.
Rockie wanted to own the biggest car company in the world and cruise around town with a different woman on his arm every night.
The journey to Idaho County had been a punishing slog for the four friends—Ola, Jaden, Kelvin, and Rockie—but they finally rolled into its dusty outskirts, their truck rattling like a tin can. Their destination, Forest County, lay somewhere beyond, shrouded deep within the ancient forest, or so the rumors went. At the forest’s edge, they spotted a grizzled man stacking firewood, his movements slow and deliberate. Ola leaned out the truck window. "Hey, good morning! Where’s Forest County?"
The man didn’t look up, his axe thudding rhythmically into a log. "Morning," he muttered, voice like gravel crunching underfoot. After a pause, he pointed a weathered hand toward a muddy track snaking into the trees. "Twenty miles down that road."
"Thanks," Ola said. "Is it drivable?"
"If you’re smart about it," the man replied, finally meeting Ola’s gaze. His eyes were dark, too dark, like pits swallowing the daylight. "Mind the ruts."
Ola nodded, easing the truck onto the path. The forest swallowed them whole, branches clawing at the sky above.
A few miles in, an eerie silence descended. No birds chirped, no leaves rustled—nothing but the truck’s low growl. It was barely ten a.m., yet the air felt heavy, wrong.
"This is weird," Jaden said, peering out the window, his voice tight. "It’s too quiet."
"Yeah," Kelvin added, shivering despite the morning warmth. "Feels like a place you don’t come back from."
"Can you speed up, Ola?" Rockie asked from the back, his fingers tapping nervously.
"Nope," Ola said, eyes fixed on the treacherous road. "This mud’s a trap in broad daylight. We go slow."
They fell quiet, watching the forest. Strange sights flickered past: a tree with a knot that seemed to blink as they drove by. Kelvin jolted upright. "Did you see that? That tree—it had an eye."
Jaden’s voice trembled. "Yeah, I saw it."
"This was a bad idea," Kelvin muttered, twisting his sleeve. "I knew it wouldn’t end well."
"Quit whining," Ola snapped, gripping the wheel tighter. "We’re halfway there."
As if on cue, a bizarre bird landed on the windshield with three sharp chirps—twit-twit-twit. Its head gleamed like a fish’s, scales catching the dim light, but its eyes were human, wide and unnerving, staring straight through them before it vanished into the canopy. A thick mist began curling up from the forest floor, and the friends’ breaths quickened. Then, through the haze, they saw him again—the woodcutter, still splitting logs, as if they’d never left.
Ola slammed the brakes, tires skidding. He leaned out the window. "Hey!"
The man looked up, and they froze. It was him, but his face seemed... off, like a mask slipping. His skin sagged, his smile too wide.
"What?" the man asked, his voice a low rasp.
"Are you the same guy from before?" Ola demanded, pointing back down the road.
"Aye," he said, unblinking. "What do you want?"
"Forest County," Ola said. "You told us the way, but we’re back here."
The man’s grin sharpened. "First time in these woods?"
"Yeah," Ola admitted, unease crawling up his spine.
"Thought so." The man gestured to an ancient tree, a rusted knife jutting from its bark like a wound. "See that blade? Each of you cut your hand and let the blood drip onto the tree. Do it, and the road’ll take you to Forest County."
The mist thickened, the forest’s silence roaring in their ears as the knife gleamed, waiting.
The four friends—Ola, Jaden, Kelvin, and Rockie—climbed out of the truck, their boots sinking into the damp earth as they approached the ancient tree. The rusted knife gleamed faintly in the mist, its blade embedded like a challenge. Ola glanced back at the woodcutter, only to freeze. The man—and his pile of logs—had vanished. "Where’d he go?" Ola’s voice cracked, his eyes scanning the empty clearing.
Jaden whipped around, pointing at the spot where the man had stood moments before. "He was right there."
"Let’s just do this and get out of this cursed place," Rockie growled, seizing the knife’s worn hilt. He took a shaky breath, sliced his left palm, and let crimson droplets spatter the gnarled bark. A low hiss slithered through the air, like steam escaping a sealed vault.
The others exchanged wary glances but followed suit, each wincing as the blade bit their skin and their blood mingled with Rockie’s on the tree. The moment Kelvin’s final drops fell, the suffocating mist dissolved, and the forest came alive—birds trilled, leaves rustled, as if a spell had shattered.
"This is magic," Kelvin muttered, his face pale. "And I hate it."
They scrambled back to the truck, Ola flooring the gas. The tires churned through the mud, and after what felt like an eternity, a weathered signpost loomed ahead: WELCOME TO FOREST COUNTY.
"Finally!" Rockie whooped as they rolled into the town. Wooden houses lined the single road, identical rows mirroring each other on both sides, leading to a wide square that pulsed with quiet life—the heart of the settlement, they guessed. Spotting a man strolling toward the square, Ola pulled over. "Good day, sir. We’re looking for Anthony Smith’s place."
The man tipped his hat, his smile weathered but kind. "End of the street, take a right. Big two-story wooden house. Can’t miss it."
"Thanks," Ola said, steering the truck onward.
At the house, a young man their age greeted them, his eyes sharp with curiosity. "You Anthony Smith?" Ola asked.
"Yeah. And you are?" His tone was cautious, sizing them up.
"Ola Smith. I sent a letter about our visit."
Anthony frowned, leaning against the doorframe. "Never got a letter."
Ola’s jaw tightened, frustration flickering across his face. "Figures, given this place. Look, my father’s Alan Smith. He’s got a brother here, John Smith."
Anthony’s eyes widened. "You’re Uncle Alan’s kid?" He stepped back, gesturing inside. "Come in, come in!"
They followed him into a dimly lit parlor, the air thick with the scent of cedar and old secrets. Ola, eager to escape the town’s unsettling aura, cut to the chase. "We’re here for the artifact in the evil forest."
Anthony let out a sharp laugh, his expression caught between amusement and disbelief. "The Mask of Godomo? You’re joking."
"Godomo?" Ola glanced at his friends, who looked as baffled as he felt. "What’s that?"
Anthony’s smile faded, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Godomo’s a vengeful deity. That mask is what he wears when he shows himself to mortals. Try to take it, and you’ll wish you hadn’t."
The room grew colder, the weight of his words settling over them like the mist they’d left behind in the forest.
Mask of Godomo."Let’s take a walk around town. We’ll find someone who knows something,” Ola snapped, already storming off the veranda.
"Yeah," Jaden muttered, eyes on a girl their age in the distance. "We still have cash from the one hundred and twenty-five thousand Mr. Jonathan Mikel gave us."
"What’s on your mind?" Kelvin asked, falling in beside him. Ola and Rockie trailed behind.
"Not sure yet," Jaden said, nodding at the girl.
"This is not the time to get laid," Ola growled.
"Who said anything about getting laid?" Jaden shot back.
Without wasting time, Jaden approached the girl. "Good morning, miss. I’m Jaden. You’re beautiful."
"Thank you, stranger," she said with a smile. "But I’m married—my husband kills flirtatious boys on sight."
Jaden produced a crisp hundred-dollar bill, rolling it like a cigarette between his fingers.
The girl’s eyes flashed, but she quickly schooled her face. "Yeah, on second thought, what kind of fun do you have in mind?"
"Not fun—information."
"Regina."
"Nice to meet you, Regina. So, married?"
She laughed. "No. I say that to scare creeps away."
"I need to know who runs this place. The hundred’s yours if you point me to the boss. Talk to Ned—he’s the Chief Priest’s son. He runs things while no one sees his father."
"Great. Where do we find him?"
"Too late for tonight. He hits the market at 6 AM, then poof."
"Strange town. How does he solve problems?"
"Everyone with a dispute waits by 6 AM. He takes it to the oracle."
"You mean Godomo?"
She shot him a sharp glance, then laughed. "Yes. How do you know that name?"
"Never mind. Since he’s gone till dawn, got any rooms we can rent?"
"Who’s ‘we’?"
He jerked a thumb at his friends lurking at a distance. "Them too?"
"Yeah."
"My place—another hundred fifty for the four of you."
"Perfect."
"You still want company?"
"Do we have a deal?"
"Sure."
He waved his friends over. "The round one is Kelvin. That scowler is Rockie, the other is Ola. Guys meet Regina."
"Hey," they chorused.
Jaden continued, "She’s housing us. We’ll corner the boss tomorrow 6 AM sharp."
"Fine by me," Ola said. "I’m not sleeping under the same roof as Anthony."
"Who’s Anthony?" Regina asked.
"Anthony Smith," he grunted.
"But Anthony’s harmless. Why the face?"
"Long story," he said. "Lead the way. I need food."
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