Nathanael
A few months before
My eye risks starting to twitch at the flickering street light. I sigh as I have been standing here for hours and I should finally move out of the shadows of the trees.
Checking my watch, I realize that the sun could rise any moment now, meaning that I spent the entire night watching the dark windows of what is likely to be his apartment.
What a desperate creep I have become.
The sun wouldn’t hurt me, but it drains a lot of my energy, and I hate it.
After taking a deep breath, I finally decide to step into the run-down building.
The stinging odor of ammonia wafts in my direction as I step into the elevator that seems to be out of order.
Why am I even surprised?
I access a flight of stairs through a creaking door and step over what seems like a
