Pursuing Recho
"You are playing with fire young man." The old man who was holding the staring wheel could not help but say this and after that, the loud sound of the engine sounded before the car disappeared from their view.
"You are like a gigolo. Didn't you have to touch her neck?" Happiness asked with a look of rage and downcast.
Nevertheless, Jaffery simply remained quite, still pondering about what he has just seen and touched.
"That mark!"
It was a tattoo of some sort that depicted an agitated snake wrapped around a piece of twig. This snake had its mouth opened as if it wanted to swallow something.
Jaffery gulped. That tattoo was simple but it's meaning was deep.
There was nothing special about the tattoo and it seemed as if anyone out there could easily draw the same tattoo on their necks but Jaffery knew there was something about the tattoo that made it independent from the mundane tattoos.