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coming home from work was one of, if not, the best feelings in the world.

while your paycheck may not have been much, it had kept you afloat this long.

sure, you couldn’t afford to spend any money on yourself very often. but, least you had a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and clean clothes every few weeks.

it wasn’t a great lifestyle, but it was better than nothing.

while you didn’t live in the friendliest neighborhood, you’d passed the point of being a stranger to most people in the area. . .

. . . you hoped at least.

as you marched down the street toward your apartment complex, you worked to fish the keys to your unit out of your pocket, struggling with a large paper bag of groceries in your hand, but eventually managing to grab it.

waltzing into the building, you waited patiently for the elevator that would bring you to your floor. pressing the button to call for it before taking a step back and pulling out your phone to look through something.

you waited a few minutes, paying attention to your small handheld device rather than your surroundings— you didn’t even hear the ‘ding’ the lift had made as its door slid open, ready to take you up.

it was only when you heard the sound of a male clearing his throat that you finally lifted your head to see the inside of the elevator. your gaze locking with that of a. . . peculiar looking man.

his eyes twitched as you slowly, and somewhat hesitantly, stepped onto the lift. watching in silence as the door slid shut.

the man’s gaze never left you, his lips curling into an odd smirk that gave you a bad feeling, the look in his eyes. . . a little manic, less impatient now.

after a long, tense, and frankly awkwardly, drawn out silence. the man beside you spoke.

“Going down?”