Barro, young and strong, was fast as lightning, having once achieved outstanding results in the campus sports meet.
At this moment, he sprinted forward but surprisingly struggled to keep up with the homeless man pushing a bicycle.
This constitution...
Even someone delivering food could sustain himself, right?
Fortunately.
The homeless man seemed unfamiliar with the surrounding roads, and in his panic, he dashed into a dead-end alley.
"Stop!"
"You, stop right there!"
Barro cornered him in the alley, and under the flickering streetlight shadows, he grabbed the man's shoulder:
"Run, go ahead and keep running..."
"Professor Jim!"
The homeless man turned around, and the familiar face made Barro's heart race. A cold chill ran from his tailbone straight to the back of his head, involuntarily sending a shiver down his spine.
What the hell!
How could Professor Jim, who had already passed away, appear before him?
"It's me."
The homeless-looking Professor Jim nodded slowly:
