Aisha and I walked towards the airport exit, the London wind immediately greeting us with a cool embrace.
As we stepped out into the open, my eyes landed on a figure standing patiently among the arriving crowd. My breath hitched.
"Why Is he Here?" I muttered upon seeing the face of someone very familiar to me.
It was Victor.
He held a large white board, his posture stiff.
But it wasn't the fact that Victor was here that shocked me; it was the name emblazoned in bold, black letters on the board:
'NOSFERATU.'
Victor's eyes met mine across the bustling tarmac, and his face instantly registered a mixture of confusion and panic.
A bead of sweat traced a path down his temple. My mind raced. Was this a coincidence? Or did he know?
I strode towards him, Aisha a step behind me, her hand still linked with mine. "Victor, why are you here?" I asked, my voice low and firm.
He visibly flinched, adjusting his grip on the sign.
