As Damon got out of the taxi, he took in the quiet comfort of Ash's neighborhood.
The streets were clean, the air was calm, and the homes had a refined simplicity about them.
Walking up to the door, he knocked firmly.
After a short time, the door opened and Ash, who was naked and sweaty, walked out.
His hair was a mess, and he had his usual smile on his face.
"Look who's here, looking sharp," Ash greeted, leaning casually against the doorframe.
Damon, unimpressed, raised an eyebrow. "Why the hell are you opening the door sweaty and shirtless?"
Ash shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, don't blame me. Soon you'll understand, son."
Damon heard faint sounds of movement from inside the apartment. He rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand. "Just give me the key, man."
Ash chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a keyring. "Garage key's on here too. Just open it up and grab the car."
