>>6210627Three more knocks. Still nothing. Tugging your jacket tighter, you stomp some of the snow lingering on your boot onto the crusty carpet as your nose wrinkles at the scent of old Asian takeout and gasoline. Not like you can make it any<span class="mu-i">dirtier</span>.
An ambulance siren wails like a banshee in the distance inspiring an impromptu serenade by the neighborhood dogs. Raising your knuckles for one last knock, you instinctively square your stance when the door swings half open. A pair of oblong spectacles appraise you from the darkness beyond the threshold.
“... You’re not from <span class="mu-b">DINEDASH</span>.”
No, you grunt, knowing damn well it wasn’t a question, you’re not. What’s wrong with the lights?
The glasses tilt a bit. “... Busted. Landlord’s gonna fix ‘em tomorrow.”
Typical. And the apartment?
“... I like it dark.”
Clearly.
The glasses-wearing golem fiddles with the doorknob on his side. “Can uh, can I help you?”
His roommate, you curtly reply, where is he? The blob shifts uneasily. “Oh uh… well he <span class="mu-i">might</span> be here…”
A big rig tears down the deserted street below roaring like a dragon. He <span class="mu-i">might?</span>
“Yea, well…his door’s locked…” Mutters the tenant, clearly not enjoying your game of 20 Questions, “We don’t invade each other’s privacy, y’know?”
Swell, you reply, because you <span class="mu-i">do</span>.
You’re ready to stick your foot in the closing door, but you never get the chance. The spectacled sentry considers it, clearly, but pauses after leaning in to get a closer look at you.
“... Don’t I know you?” Looking you up and down, he snaps his fingers in triumph! “You’re uh… Shades girl, right? What’shername-”
You run an impatient gloved hand through your shaggy hair.
Yea, you nod, you’re <span class="mu-i">Liz</span>...
Anton’s <span class="mu-i">Ex.</span>
<span class="mu-r">END OF PART 3!</span>
