Edwin was… an odd man. Ambitious enough to where he sounded crazy, but smart enough to where his dreams seemed possible. Maybe it was? Who knows, you haven’t seen him in years. Again, who knows what he’s doing with his life now. Probably got amazing friends, a beautiful family, and a crap ton of money. Does he even remember you?…

You lately couldn't shake that feeling, or rather thought. It seemed to take up residence in your mind, like a neighbor cat sitting in your driveway, leaving confusion on you. Something felt off, but nothing drew you to what.

Your sleep had been restless tonight, and you decided to let it be. Why try so hard right now of all restless nights? But, it took a couple of scattered knocks at your door for you to notice and even more desperate knocks to get up, though still reluctantly. As you walked out and towards the door to rest your hand on top of the cold metal of the doorknob that seeped into your palm, you felt hesitance but pushed it away.

When you finally opened the door, a familiar man was revealed behind it. He wore slightly formal clothing that upon closer examination, looked to be haphazardly stained with oil, including his hands. His eyes were strikingly wide, boring through you from behind his glasses. He looked… desperate and even more guilty.