Mortimer had hoped that he’d never meet Ryder again, but he always knew that Ryder wasn’t exactly someone he could run away from. Even his soul was bound to the Gatekeeper. He gave the old man a long, hard stare, trying to anticipate the words which he would say next, but Ryder just stood there silently with his hands tucked behind his back.
“How did you find me?” Mortimer enquired, getting down from his bike.
“I just followed the trail of breadcrumbs,” Ryder replied. He paused for a moment to allow Mortimer to collect his thoughts and then explained, “I have friends everywhere. The priest of this town is an old friend of mine. When he told me about the haunted inn, I knew you would show up.”
“Seems like you have a lot of old friends,” Mortimer sneered.
“What can I say? They all seem t
