Clayton stood by the door, tense and uncertain. Worry crept in as he debated whether or not to open it and confront the visitor.
But the person outside gave him no time to decide—the knocking continued, steady and insistent.
Frowning, Clayton fell into thought. After a brief pause to weigh his options, he finally chose to respond.
Still, he didn't open the door right away. First, he quietly commanded his mini skeletons to surround him and take their positions—ready for anything.
Once everything was in place, Clayton opened the door.
"Hello. Who are you looking for?" he asked flatly.
His guarded posture made it clear: he was on high alert.
Fortunately, the man outside didn't seem fazed by Clayton's caution. Given the state of things in the city lately, that wasn't surprising.
The stranger offered a polite smile and said, "I was asked to deliver a letter to Mr. Clayton. Would that be you, sir?"
Clayton gave a slight nod.
"Yes, I'm Clayton. What's the letter about?"
