Johnson was afraid of men who wore diapers before coming to his cabin. And I don't blame them, even a soft substance sometimes works like a shield.
After that, my eyes stayed on Johnson like how kids stay with their funny uncle until they grow up and understand why the uncle was the only one smiling while he was doing funny things. and it was kind of my fault too, what kind of fear I was expecting from him anyway. Of course he was afraid of something like that.
"... Anything else you were afraid of? Anything relatable to normal or common people?"
"No. Nothing else. Nothing I could think of right now at least. Though, I once ran after seeing Lord Malthus naked as he wasn't as I expected him to be."
I shook my head.
Everything was over.
The only escape I did was to escape from an already open cell and getting captured right after that.
It was like a man getting laid with a stunner escort only to find out that it was his wife. He paid for the services for nothing.
