"Huhh it's that damn bill again, when are you going to stop bothering me?"
A young man wearing a dark blue tracksuit suit with simple futuristic models and lines, was sitting relaxing on the balcony of his lower-class apartment, he grumbled irritably because almost every week this bill came and always wanted to kill him.
The dull white bill was a bit messy after being squeezed furiously by Demian and read 783 dollars, "What is this? Why do you keep multiplying anyway, are you a kid or what are the damn numbers", he said then drank the bitter coffee whose ingredients were borrowed from his neighbor, this time he really felt desperate, how could he pay it while he was just an unemployed man.
He silently pondered as he saw a partial reflection of his face on the surface of the dark brown coffee in a porcelain cup that was slightly cracked at the top, faintly a little seepage from the contents of the cup came out through the crack making the bottom of the cup wet and sticky, even though the cup was hot but Demian still forced himself to drink desperately.
The cloudy smoke from the coffee's hot vapor caressed the tip of Demian's nose when Demian tried to inhale it, for him this was another more economical way to enjoy coffee on a gloomy and cloudy morning.
"Do I have to borrow money from eric again?", he thought, although his face was confident with his muttered words, but his heart felt reluctant and reluctant and even hesitant, his mind was worried if he made eric really feel annoyed with him, this was the sixth time he had borrowed money from eric the next door neighbor, even though eric was Demian's childhood friend and eric seemed willing to help Demian, but in Demian's perspective, eric looked like a snake that was slowly wrapped around his body while always loosening its coils.
Demian complained again and then threw all his annoyance at the little bird that had landed on the trellis railing on his balcony, just as he was chasing the bird away, the notification on his cell phone rang, "Ah hopefully not Aunt Fiona", slowly his heart beat as he slowly swiped his cell phone down to see the origin of the cell phone notification sound.
And it turned out to be a notification from his sister, "Huh again my mother's illness recurred, arghh how is this, my life is really bad luck basic evil corporate savages, all of you bastards" without hesitation he said loudly towards the sky, his face gloomy and weak.
Taking another sip of his coffee cup to the last drop then got up and headed towards his sink, looking devoid of any spirit and energy Demian took his first steps back into his apartment, deep in thought and lost in it.
Knock Knock Knock
"Damn it."
Surprised to unconsciously drop his coffee cup, "Arghh my last cup, damn... Who the hell is knocking at this hour of the morning" he said angrily and annoyed, even though he had guessed that it was Aunt Fiona the owner of this apartment but he boldly spoke in his place and cursed Aunt Fiona in his heart.
And sure enough, after he opened the door, a maternal figure older than the other middle-aged mothers with a fat body, yellow T-shirt and cardigan with a haughty pose stared at Demian who looked helpless and pitiable, his face crumpled with annoyance at the sight of this aunt who he considered to be the devil incarnate.
Aunt Fiona looked sharply at Demian and saw Demian's broken porcelain cup shattered on the floor of the living room of his room1 apartment, "You should realize that this is far from being patient enough, I have enough patience with you, you better leave here tomorrow or I will kick you out rudely, and don't forget to clean up your trash, I don't want the next residents to be hurt because of you", in Demian's perspective, Aunt Fiona's words were clearly very rebellious and kicked him out.
Responding to Aunt Fiona, Demian just nodded.
It must have been Aunt Fiona's decision to walk away from there leaving Demian staring at her in front of the door of her apartment room, "It's a lowly apartment but the owner's behavior is equivalent to a five-star hotel, damn you", although her face looked very annoyed and disgusted but she didn't dare to say out loud because Aunt Fiona had just passed the distance of seven rooms from him, at that exact moment Aunt Fiona stopped and turned to look again at Demian who was still watching her.
With a gesture of, "Just be careful if you run away" scrunching her eyes subtly implying a predator waiting for her prey to pay her rent.
A really unlucky day for him, as if the life energy in him had disappeared and it was time to die, yes that's right, the thought of suicide crossed his mind, he cleaned the shards of his porcelain cup and in his mind grew the thought of running away from all this instantly, the road was in sight so what reason was there for him to refuse, "you loser, if you die you will only be bullied even more in hell, hah ... how can I be so religious".
It's common knowledge that someone in distress can suddenly become religious.
Demian walked to his room and tried to check his savings tube where the rest of his money was stored, "it seems like it's the right thing, I better pay my debt to Eric with the remaining 10 dollars, at least I will die with less burden, I'm sorry Eric for this yours friend is such a bastard, at least when I die I want you to be the one who really mourns my death don't be like other people who hate me" he said while holding back the pain in his heart.
When Demian wanted to tell Eric that he was very dear and indebted to him, suddenly a rapid email came in.
E-mail message from: Anonymous - 3 seconds ago
Message content: Veil Of Nightmare.Pdf
"Huh, who is this how did he know my email address?", he said as he tried to throw away all his feelings just now, with some hesitation he tried to suppress it, "ah what if this is just a hacker trying to hack my account can it be.... Hey wait, I'm already ruined, how can I be even more ruined, a stupid hacker wants to try to rob me hahaha, let's just follow his plan"
Without hesitation Demian pressed it and it turned out that it was not a strange file, it was really a message file that contained a lot of ordinary writing.
Demian felt a little depressed because it wasn't what he expected, but when he saw the first page of the file he felt familiar with it, "is this a novel?, Veil of Nightmare, is this an average novel like the others, arghhh if it wasn't Sunday then I would have ignored you, it's better that the content of the story is exciting and good otherwise I will definitely curse the author of the novel.