Ominous stranger
Neil's tired eyes spoke of days of hardship, his parched lips cracking, and his once-healthy complexion now a ghostly pallor. Kuber couldn't help but be genuinely concerned.
"It seems like you've been through a lot," Kuber remarked, his brows furrowing with worry.
Neil struggled to remember, his voice weak, "Who are... Ah! I recall a bit now. You were that intimidating uncle from before."
Kuber chuckled, not taking offense, "I'm not an intimidating uncle, kid."
Neil's innocent curiosity shone through as he asked, "Then, are you a good uncle?"
Kuber's forehead twitched with annoyance, but he managed to restrain himself, "I'm not your uncle, kid. Just call me big bro Kuber."
"Can I?" Neil's words were still a struggle to form.
Kuber nodded, affirming Neil's question.
Neil's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he inquired, "What do you want from me then, big bro Kuber?" His past experiences had made him wary of strangers.