A perpetual life pushed a man to action: to wander under the darkness of the night, dutifully searching for his truth.
Eltic's truth lay before his murky eyes, reflecting before his wanting gaze. It was a 4-floor apartment painted bleak red. They had arrived at John's residence, prepared to unveil the document wielding every answer.
"Still living here?" Eltic asked while squinting his eyes. "As expected of you, John."
"Oh, shut your trap," John cursed and sauntered towards the door. The security guards made their way, aware of his residential status.
He strode in, entering a yellow-themed dyed lobby elucidated by wafting luminescent orbs. The artificial light guided the way for Eltic and John, leading them up a lone, spiral stairway.
