Standing at the entrance of his apartment, Ben Affleck gazed into the living room, filled with images of Martin Davis.
On the walls, posters of Martin Davis, the Sect Hierarch of the Cola Cult, covered the surface.
On the display stand, there was a photo of Tony dressed in a pristine wedding gown beside Martin, though the setting was oddly a DVD store.
In front of the sofa, on the coffee table, there also lay a handcrafted Joker statue.
The rest were too numerous to count.
Tony, an outsider to Hollywood, had no understanding of the Foot Clan or the Face Gang, those rarely publicized groups, and upon seeing Ben lost in thought, said, "I'm a huge fan of Martin, the fervent kind, and I've been obsessively following him."
Ben pointed to the framed picture, "I can tell, you even donned the wedding dress."
Tony handed Ben a bottle of water, smiling, "I was really fanatical at that time. All I could think about was Martin and nobody else."
