The man had a genuine smile on his face and he seemed calm infront of me.
"Well, why did u help me?" I asked.
His smile turned pale and sort of gloomy ,
he replied : " It's beacuse that when I saw you lying there unconscious, for some reason I had an urge to save you. I cannot really understand why I did that , even though you once tried to kill me and now I am housing a murderer beside me.
(I was surprised)

Then as the flame lighted up the room even more, I came to recognise his pale skin and chest which are almost skeletal. He looked worse. Was he sick ?
I felt a sense of despair on his face maybe that's because he was my grandfather but...

ha..umm.. excuse me son! Can you tell me your name? ( his eyes widened, I felt like he was trying to reach out for me)

They named me RIPPER ..right? My actual name ...( I bit my lip) it's Jack !
the name my mother gave to me; in my head I remembered every lovely...