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[0.1] | An Invitation

The next morning arrived and the boy groaned. His body forced him to wake up as it was that time, around eight in the morning.

Lifting himself up from his bed, taking a gander around his apartment, he sighed in annoyance. He didn't remember much from last night, but it seemed that he caused a mess last night. Soon, however, it piqued into his mind. He got fired from his job, a slight fury had risen up within him and he pretty much trashed his apartment before crying himself to sleep, lamenting the death of his family.

To this day, still unaware of what happened to them. For all he knew, it could have been a mysterious killer that was still on the run somewhere. As much as he wanted to get justice for his family, he wasn't one for revenge. If he ever did find the person that did it, he would simply question them. Why?

Why was it his family that was targeted?

He soon heard a bit of a slipping noise, two objects running against one another. Getting up from his bed, he looks to the short foyer toward his front door, spotting an envelope at the bottom from where it was slid from under the wooden barrier. Bending his knees and crouching down, he picks it up. He spots his name in the top left corner. Alphonse Euclidus. However, he lets out an aggravated sigh as he slumps down to his knees. It was just one thing after another, the big large red label that went diagonally on the envelope said "Rent Late."

First, he lost his job, and now, he was on the verge of losing his apartment if he didn't scrounge up enough money. Things were just not going his way.

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Alphonse hung his head low, trudging down a couple of stone steps before he sat down. He was dressed in a simple black suit, tidy as it could be, a small bag containing papers, binders, and a few resumes. He had just got done after another failed interview, promptly denied the job due to the history of his other jobs he had done where things would constantly and randomly explode, costing the company quite a bit of money.

It was frustrating, really. He was close to being kicked out of his current home and he can't find a single job to even sustain himself. Alphonse was truly in the gutter at the moment, and it didn't help that he was finding himself at his lowest, prompting him to have thoughts of depression and sadness. With an irritated sigh, he fishes out his phone from his pocket, seeing the time. It was around the late morning, eleven thirty at the moment. His next interview was in an hour, and the place he had applied at was halfway across the city. And he didn't have enough money for a taxi fare to take a black cab so he would be forced to walk.

But of course, the cycle of dismay only continued for him. Alphonse arrived late at his interview, just about five minutes, and the CEO running the place wasn't at all happy. Not even a single minute into the interview, he was fuming and ran the black-haired teen out. Once again, finding himself on the streets of Britain as he trudged the muck-filled sidewalk, his loafers letting out a satisfying click as he walked along the now mid-afternoon streets. Although, it seemed Alphonse was in a bit of a daze, his head hung a little low as he trudged along, some oncoming people looking at him in disgust because of how poorly his attitude is. Some would make way so they wouldn't bump into him, others wouldn't care much less and gently shove him to the side. As he continues to trudge along, he bumps into quite the tall and slender man, dropping his bag in the process. It took him a minute to register that he bumped into someone, blinking his eyes a couple of times and shaking his head, clearly exhausted from the long morning he just had.

"Sorry," he muttered, bending onto his knees and picking his bag up.

"Ah, it's quite alright," the man spoke, his voice a bit slick and had the speech of a silver tongue. "I was the one that stood in your way, so the fault is mine. I apologize for that."