Alone I sit with a golden brown liquid in my glass. As I stare at the golden halo and it staring back at me I question where do I go from here. Having just quit my dead end; everything is looking sort of bleak. Just then the chair next to me was filled and the man ordered a drink as well. I recognize that voice and look up to see my friend Max. Max and I meet during high school and have been friends ever since. His appearance is the look of just getting of work. Unlike me who has black hair and dark eyes his got light brown eyes with gold blond hair tho we do have the same height at 6'1 and near the same mid build. "How is your day?" Max ask.

"Could be better. Finally quit that job but now I have to figure out how to make a living." I said.

"Damn that rough man." He said. "Tell me about it." I take a drink letting take some of the stress away. " You know my job just happens to be looking for a maintenance man if your up for it."

That caught my curiosity. " A Maintenance man?"

"Yea for the hotel..." There was a pause. "For our kind.

For our kind hmm? Our kind might be normal for us but to regular people it's different; other worldly. It is unnatural. Our kind is the supernatural.