He was a force to be reckoned with, let me tell you that much. His hunger never seemed to be satisfied, he was always out looking for more.
Mister Mole is what we called him, I never knew his real name. But I knew that he lived in fear of destroying everything he held dear.
He was a lost boy, much like myself. Not much older, but wiser in every conceivable way.
Even without his eyesight, he could see more than I ever allowed myself to see. He could hear the cries of my starving heart.
Mister Mole is what we called him. I never wanted to know his real name.