#Chapter260
It’s dark, no natural lights at all as there are no windows, the dim electric lighting overhead is all we have, which is dull as hell because most of the bulbs are out. That flickering, buzzing kind of light that gives you a headache. The building feels deserted, and the lack of maintenance suggests not many people use this.
/"I thought you came from money. This place is a bit rough isn’t it?/" I point out when we climb the stairs quickly, passing more chipped and battered doors, and the concrete beneath our feet could do with a good sweep. It’s so dusty it's choking me and stirring up all kinds of unwelcome smells. The clouds of dust circle around my feet. Definite signs of disuse. I’m guessing a lot of these apartments are empty nowadays.
/"I did. I just didn’t want to be a trust fund baby and always rely on my father’s wealth in life. I found this place once I secured a job nearby and rented it. I went it alone for a while./"
