Early the next morning, a young kid made his way up a series of wooden steps.
He had a nervous, almost sick look on his face.
He made it to a short hallway, grasping tightly to a letter in his hand as he lightly walked forward until turning to face a door.
After gulping, he raised his hand and knocked.
Tok tok tok
Silence...
He took a breath before knocking again, this time a little louder.
Tok tok tok
Still, there was no reply.
After a second or so, he firmed his stance and knocked one more time, this time much louder.
TOK TOK TOK
His eyes darted down as the door-knob abruptly turned.
He gulped again, nervous, as the door slowly creaked open.
Immediately, a rush of bad intent flushed through the open creak and struck the young man, causing his eyes to widen slightly.
The door opened as the young man's eyes met with a very irritated expression of a young man.
