It was a man, whose face doesn't look familiar one bit. The shocked expression marred his face couldn't go unnoticed by a blind man, as his lips hung open. I looked over at Desmond's face, and he slightly raised his head at me, as a gesture of asking 'do I know him?' and I shook my head sideways directly. “Oh my gosh, Kiara, you're alive? I mean, you survived? But how, how is it possible?” he asked these series of questions in a breath, ruffling his hair every now and then while his face also grew up in apprehension. I scooted my seat back and made to stand up and...