In Felipe's grande apartment, Eltic rested on the living room couch, listening to the calming beats playing from a tape. Breaths beckoned in slow, rhythmic patterns. Relaxing.
The complex was showered with bright white hues, graced by a cluster of plants found in every corner, and those sculptures that flourished and glistened from the sun's drifting rays.
"You have a good home," said Eltic, watching the bustling city through a distant blue window. "Tried to make mine this calm."
No reply arrived, just an empty room… a dull atmosphere.
But then, after a couple of seconds, there were quiet sounds. No, it was heavy footsteps.
A massive man marched through an open door. He wore a black shirt that barely hid his muscular physique, and shining silver suit-trousers. His hair was cleanly shaved, ear length.
"You have done your best," the man declared as he roamed past Eltic, and in his hand lay a filled glass cup.
