I'm breaking down. Slowly. Pain and Agony.
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[Time: 11:07]
Knock Knock—Knock Konck!
From behind the room's door, an angry voice was yelling.
"Open the door, Faust!"
Knock Knock— Knock Knock!
Someone was knocking on his door, it had to be midnight by now—what the hell could be the problem? Bandits, thieves, or anything else out to cause harm? If it wasn't life or death, it sure as hell wasn't worth him getting out of bed for according to Faust and since he was in his home, Corehold, the one knocking had to be one of the Brothers...
Fuck this. Why out of all the times would someone choose middle of the night to come at my door.
Faust hauled himself out of his bed—his legs dangling off the edge 'cause it was way too small for him—and headed to the door.
His steps made the floor creak like hell, the wood bending under every move. The bed groaned whenever he got in or out too, but Faust couldn't blame the bed or the floorboards;
He was about 6'10", a walking slab of meat compared to other guys his age—he straight-up towered over 'em.
Of course, being this massive had its downsides. Even grabbing the doorknob, he had to duck his head a bit...
Creeeak.....
When Faust opened the door, there stood Klint—the guy who handled all the responsibility and organization things.
From the outside, the two of 'em facing off looked like some weird-ass scene to put it real.
Klint had his hair combed neat, dressed in a sharp black tie, crisp white shirt, black jeans, and socks—standing right there at the door.
On the other hand, Faust? Buck naked up top, black hair all messed up and falling in his face, nothing on below either... except boxers, obviously. Without those, it'd be...bad. Real bad.
"Faust...."
Klint had started into Faust's eyes for a time
What's he doing? Is that supposed to scare someone
"Hm. Yeah, Klint.....what the hell do you want in the middle of the night?"
"What do I want? Hmm, let me think.....an unpaid debt in Winter City? Ring any bells?"
"Huh? Eh? Uh. Maybe I can't proably remember 'cause you showed up outta nowhere, banging on my door at midnight, talking about some place I haven't heard of in months....it is just a guess tho..."
"Think a little harder then."
Faust put his hand on his chin and talked calmy but also mad.
"Hmm. Would you please get away from my door now?!"
He gripped the doorknob tight and swung it shut, but in a split second, Klint jammed his hand in to stop it.
Come on! You serious right now?
After like 10 seconds of nothing, Faust let out a long sigh and poked his head out through the crack, looking all drained and fed up.
"What!?"
"I don't give a damn how sleepy you are...."
"Tomorrow-...."
"Morning-...."
"You're heading to that city and paying off the fucking debt!!"
Faust scrunched his face up even more, like some spoiled brat who never does his chores.
"Fine fine, just go already will ya? "
Klint didn't look totally convinced, but he knew Faust would drag his ass there and handle it, even if he hated it. He pulled his hand back, and right after, Faust slammed the door and jumped back into bed....
Creeeak...
Klint was gone from the door now—you could tell by the angry footsteps stomping away.
Hah. Got business in Winter City... like there ain't nobody else they could send, but whatever, I got no other choice I suppose..
"Tomorrow's gonna be a real busy one."