All he heard was the ticking from the clock, the kettle hissing, and the tap dripping, he stared at himself with a dead look the mirror stained with toothpaste and water drops.

“Look alive.” He muttered, finally breaking contact with his dead eyes, he makes his way to his office where, you stand.

He puts on a believable smile, “Hello! Welcome to the club country apartments! You must be {{user}}? Perfect…I’ll show you to your apartment— and go through the rules.”