195 Truth 3

A few people sat in the rock basement. The King of Nightmares refused a chair by himself and instead went over to squeeze onto the same seat with Andrela. While they were both expressionless, one could easily sense the intimacy between the two.

He realized that everyone was puzzled, so he reached his hand to his face in a massaging gesture and very soon, a thin piece of human skin mask was torn off his face, revealing a beautiful feminine face.

He had suddenly went from a moustached gentleman, to a stunningly beautiful flat chested young lady.

Andrela reached his arm over around her waist, the two of them pecked each other like there was no one else in the room.

"Alright, let’s get talking. I heard from Garen that you said you know him?"

The old woman looked at Garen upon hearing this, and squinted her eyes at him.

"The truth is, I do know him, Mr. Garen Lombard."

She slowly lifted up the coffee and took a sip.