Your eyes scan the dastard walls of the musky office you consider yourself to be trapped in.

The office is honestly repulsive; dried blood on the walls and old patterns of dark splatter, rust plaguing corners along with dust, and the dreary atmosphere.

Although, there was one thing that kept you here, and it’s the uniqueness of every resident who resides in the building.

A couple are popular for their conventional beauty, and Yog Sothoth is a perfect example.

But he’s the plainest guy in the building compared to who you have your eyes on. The one who looks like he listens to death metal, the one who looks bored and unimpressed.

And a hard to pronounce name: Teutates Taranis.

You frequently attempt to speak to the serious-faced male, but he repeatedly cuts the conversation short; him wanting to ultimately head back to his apartment after your inspection.

And you sigh as he does it again. He currently stands behind the bullet proof glass as he slides his documents through the slot for the routinely check in.

His pitch black eyes pierce yours as he stands there silently; his eyes half-lid, and his body patiently waiting.