A pitiful drug addict (1)
I paced through the corridor, thinking about the possibilities until I saw a man leaning on the wall under the stairs, and my eyes widened.
It's him! It's that druggie guy from Boxing club!
I rushed to that guy. He seemed to be too absorbed in his own world that he didn't notice me approaching him.
"Hello," I tried to wake him up, though it didn't seem to work. He kept on staring blankly at the wall in front of him while mumbling something inaudible.
I realized that he wasn't going to answer me without any stimulant. So I whispered, 'I got something that you want from Miss Leah.'
The guy seemed to have regained part of his consciousness after I whispered about Leah. He reacted by turned his head on me and asked with hoarse, like a sandpaper voice, "M—Miss Leah… Miss Leah…"