Watson made his way up the stairs, finally able to breathe properly after escaping those dangerous streets.
He took no notice of the anomalous movements of his shadow as he soon arrived at his door, his apartment located on the top floor.
Occupying the floor alongside his own were four other rooms but from all indications, they seemed to be devoid of inhabitants.
Watson promptly opened his door and stepped into a scattered apartment with the pungent smell of refuse and alcohol, as well as a faint but unmistakable scent of dead flesh permeating the atmosphere.
Already used to the smell, Watson didn't even react as he closed the door and the bag he was carrying on the only couch in the living room that was currently filled up with dirty clothes and empty bottles.
He took off his jacket and hat before haphazardly hanging them on a rack placed behind the door.
