Disassociated
I glared at the broken elevator every time I passed it, cursing my landlord as I hauled another box up to the tenth floor. I wasn’t necessarily out of shape, but the workout made me seriously reconsider my new apartment. Not that I expected Mr. Savi to gleefully refund the outrageous deposit I just handed over. Finding an apartment downtown wasn’t expected to be easy, but after a month of being a choosing beggar, I knew this would be the best I could find.An old 1930’s hotel converted to living...
Horror