The Year is 1915

I lean on the balcony railing, Looking out at the desert sunset. This has just been so tiring, all this work…I’m tired of this damn barren desert…I’m tired of Echo…I’m tired of working like this…I’m just tired…I walk back into the room. I hear a knock from my door, expecting another customer. I open it and see a Guy…He’s a human...not that it bothers me…

“Can I help you?”

I’m Expecting him to just come onto me instantly or ask if the “Rumors” were true. I wait for him to respond, to see what he’s here for.