[Jonathan feels frozen to his spot. The piercing gaze, the voice, Harker knew he made a mistake. He wants to run away, but where would he even run to? Could he even make any sort of distance before his stranger caught up to him?
Practically on his own, he speaks up.]
Jonathan Harker, sir. Might I ask your name?
[He almost immediately regrets that question, and the stark fear definitely showed on his face.]
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Practically on his own, he speaks up.]
Jonathan Harker, sir. Might I ask your name?
[He almost immediately regrets that question, and the stark fear definitely showed on his face.]