Prologue
Darkness engulfed the majority of the compact bedroom, with the only disturbance coming from the streak of light from the doorway as a tall, looming male figure stepped inside, disappearing as the man closed the door behind himself. Remembering every item's place in the room, he was able to move around the queen-sized bed and the small trunk at its end, grab the remote control from atop the bed and pull out the chair from the desk to lower himself onto the wooden seat without the use of the ceiling's light. The man pressed the remote control's power button to turn on the flat screen television to have some background noise to work to. Flipping the little desk lamp's switch to illuminate the desk, the man opened a drawer and sifted through its contents and pulled out a housing magazine.
The man placed the magazine, filled with slips of scribbled-on sticky notes jutting out of the pages, on the table and flipped through it until he almost reached its middle pages. The specific pages displayed a photo of a beautiful mansion among forest trees as well as provided a table of information for it, such as the space measurement, the amount of rooms, and, of course, the listing price. It was the same mansion that he visited that day to see for himself, and with a few calls to his boss and his accountant, it was the mansion he was going to snatch up immediately. It was too perfect to be passed up, especially for a man who felt too confine in his small apartment. The apartment would not do for his future plans; it was just too small and too populated. He had to moved as soon as humanly possible, and this mansion was the godsend of all godsends.
Tiredly pushing up the few strands of dirt-blonde hair that flopped down from the rest of the gravity-defying locks, the man grabbed a black marker and drew quick, sloppy circles around the mansion in the picture. He took out a bottle of beer, twisted the cap off, and leant back in his chair, lifting the bottle up in the air and watching the television's soft blue light silhouette against the bottle's shape .
"Let the games begin," he murmured with a celebratory smirk as he guzzled down the liquid delicacy.