“Nameless, who don’t you want to see us meeting?” I asked for the second time now.We sat at the table at the center of the house. It was like a dining table, but the man seemed not to be receiving a lot of people. But the whole place was still white. Everything in the house, the couches and kitchen, flowers and the rest.Even as he pulled wine in the white glasses, it came out white.I looked at him studiously as I took the wine. If I was doing the right thing by trusting him. How often do believe someone you met in your sleep and they tell you they are your ancestors? Older than they look.But the man gave me no reason to distrust him. He told me about myself more than I even knew myself. He also mentioned things about my father than only my father me and mother knew about.Yes, enemies tend to study their prey, but he just knew way too much to be lying about him been my ancestor.But what I didn’t get was why they locked him in such a place. He did mention something to do with ment
Read more