Matt had been dropped off at the door of the place he would be staying for the next few years, left extremely confused. His senses were being overwhelmed by the large space and all the people walking around it that he didn't even realise that he'd been standing in the same spot for about 10 minutes, trying to take everything in. This was the problem of having heightened senses - his brain had no space to put in all the images he was picking up.

The most overpowering smell was fresh paint. Even most people without his abilities were annoyed by the smell, and it was terrible. It had a stale chemical smell mixed in with a thick musty nose feel. Of course, there were other subtle smells of car exhaust and cigarette smoke, but he had gotten used to those things by now. The large reception area on the other side of the door from him was packed with people, their collective voices forming a terrible choir and their echoey footsteps making a great impression of thunder rumbling.

Finally, pushing back all the noise, Matt took a few steps forward, his cane easily finding the door. Inside, he blocked his ears with thought and made his way forward to where he knew the receptionist's desk was. He learned that he was to be living with a certain "Franklin Nelson", which sounded pretty posh to him. Matt just hoped he was fine with the idea of sharing a room with a blind guy. Most people were uncomfortable around him, and especially the receptionist. She was kind, almost a little too kind when she realised Matt was blind, and even offered to escort Matt upstairs. He settled for directions and left with a "thank you".

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On the forth floor, inside a room branded with a piece of paper saying "Matthew Murdock, Franklin Nelson", the said "Franklin Nelson" had just dumped all his personal belongings on the floor of his side of the room and was beginning to regret it. He knew he should start putting everything away, but he knew he'd only finish unpacking in a matter of days. For now, he'd just leave his stuff on the floor until he needed them.

"I hope my roommate doesn't mind", he said to himself. He worried quite a lot about the whole first impression thing, but he thought that his roommate might as well start putting up with his untidy habits right from the beginning.

Still, he looked down at the mess and began the tedious process of separating everything into categorised piles. That is when he heard the knock on the door.