Introduction.
Coroner's court
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The man woke up with a start.
Through the moth-eaten curtains, a bleak light filtered into the room like thick fog, announcing yet another disgusting gray, rainy day. His pale-colored tresses were a dirty mess and made him look untame and rebellious- they all said he was freakish to like that hair color, he teased he took bleach for breakfast, the truth was that it was some kind of genetic condition. He didn't care much anyway.
He was heaving. Partly because of the coffee-overdose induced nightmares, partly because he'd overslept, but mostly because his subconscious suddenly recalled something, stirring an emotion so strong he'd been startled awake.
Swiping his greasy face with the palm of his hand, he allowed his upper body, poorly clad with an old, ratty sweatshirt, to fall back on the pillow and feather mattress. His maroon eyes scanned the ceiling he disliked almost as much as paperwork.
Damn it.
Really, in pure honesty, damn it, he thought. He'd be hearing it, any minute…
A soft knock on the door. When he, of course, did not answer, the knocking echoed again the weirdly occupied chambers of his mind.
Toc, toc, toc…
Even when he was knocking he sounded like a hellhound. Who?
The landlord, of course.
This was the one day of the month when the rent was due and he was in default… again. And he shivered. If he'd stood before the gates of hell and Hades himself had come to greet him, well, then he would not have felt such a thing, because Cerberus itself could have never evoked in him that dread.
The rapping did not cease, and it would not, until he opened the door and paid. It was simple, was it not? And was he himself not the toughest man he knew, also? People were scared of him, and this showed like a beautiful song in the creative nicknames he'd earned.
But then that guy, the landlord…
He sighed, sweaty and drained as he was from the little sleep he'd gotten, he almost crawled out of bed and fished the money for the rent from a drawer full of papers.
He unlocked the door, and opened it.
A/N: This thought came out of nowhere, let's see where to it leads us.
What will happen now? Who is this man, and why is he so afraid of his landlord?
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