Daemian woke up to complete darkness, wich was normal to him, considering he slept in a coffin and woke up at 8:00 pm naturaly, he unlocked his coffin and got out, as he was getting out he knew that his surroundings were different then when he went to sleep, he was in a storage closet for one, but he did recongnize it as the one that connected to his apartment, he walked around the room looking at the items in it, one had a stack of magazines on it, aparently it had been five years since he had gone to sleep, also some strange continent had apeared called Minis. as he fumbled through the old magazines a pice of paper fell out, it was a telegram, adressed to the apartment but it was adressed at a date he was asleep.
"Dear r Darkeyes"
"we regret to inform you that you have not paid your rent for three years as such you must leave your apartment(which will become ours again) and all itms you wish to keep, any objects you leave behind become the new owners."
"from the society of Ashtabula hotels"
below that was a list that must of been made by the new owner it said,
Stuff that now belongs to me:
Locked Coffin(what'd he use this for?)
Animal blood?
Mini fridge
"oh crap" Daemian sayed to himself "they got my mini fridge!"