The morning air was thick with humidity as a taxi car slowly rolled into a quiet, rural area on the outskirts of the main city. The surroundings spoke of modest living—small apartments, faded paint, and weather-beaten structures. It was a far cry from the glamorous life that Damien was used to. But here he was, standing in front of a humble apartment that seemed to belong to someone not too well off.
The sound of a window creaking open shattered the morning calm. Inside, Damien stirred awake, his body slowly pulling itself out of a somewhat uncomfortable sleep. He glanced around, taking in his surroundings as he rubbed his eyes. Just as his feet hit the floor, they landed directly on something soft and fleshy.
A loud groan followed. "Damn, I'm down here, you idiot!"
