Sealed Off

Surprised, George gazed at the middle-aged man in front of him who didn't seem much younger than him.

"Who yer callin' a mister? I don't remember anyone yer age who'd pay me a visit at these times!" George moved his sword closer to Angor.

"Glad to see you as spirited as before, Mister George," said Angor.

George's expression changed greatly when he heard Angor talking in a completely different voice that belonged to a growing teenager rather than a lazy-looking middle-aged man with an unkempt look.

More importantly, he recognized this voice. Several years ago, a certain shortie who loved to buy milk used to speak to him in the same way.

"Who… da heck?" George frowned.

Angor grinned as his body suddenly gained several hard cracks like a broken mirror, before the fragments moved around and reassembled into someone with a completely different look.