Chapter 1
The Beginning: Milan
"I'll be fine Dad," I walked to the scooter to get to the city.
"Stay safe," my Dad said.
"Don't worry Dad, I'll call if something goes wrong," I said. I hopped to the scooter like it was my Dad's p3nes and rode into the Manhattan.
Five hours later
It started to pour. I could not find the apartment in time. Finally I found a small, abandoned shack just outside the city. I decided to spend the night there until the rain stopped.
"Hello? Is anyone there," I yelled into the dark hut. No one answered so I walked up to the door to open it when the door suddenly creaked open. And in the doorway was a man wearing nothing but a hospital mask, sunglasses, and socks with sandals. All I see behind him is a shit-load of smoke.
"Welcome to our humble abode. Would you like to spend the night," said the strange man in a creepy voice.
A small, blond-haired child walked out and asked the strange man, "Are we done now?" I see on his upper lip is a creamy white substance that starts to drip. I raise an eyebrow.
The strange man noticed. "It's not what you think. We did nasal."
I asked, "What's that?"
The strange man said, "Nasal. You know, like nasal spray?"
"Okay," I replied.
"Why are you here," asked the strange man.
"I need a place to stay. I was on my way from Whiskyconnskin to the Manhattan to pursue my goal in making it big in the city," I replied nervously.
"Well you are welcome to stay here rent free," said the man, "My name is Christian and this is Jack."
"You know what? Sure. Do you have room," I asked.
"Yeah. I'll start to make dinner," Christian said, "Jack, can you make a room for our guest"
"Of course. Follow me," said Jack. I followed him into the shack, not knowing what to expect in the future.