Immerse yourself in the captivating and darkly humorous world inside the compelling novel Unnatural Circumstances. Embark on the journey of three unconventional individuals who willingly set out on an adventure only to become entangled in a disturbi...
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The second Benji Horowitz walks out of the copy shop, the twenty-year-old half-human, half-demon takes the bus to Emerald Cove, goes to his mailbox, and opens it to find a white, wrinkled envelope full of Soleil's earnings from last week.
The autumn breeze tousles his denim jacket. Benji sports a blue Polo shirt, bulky cargo pants, and black Vans sneakers. His Puka shell necklace brushes against his collarbone as Benji closes the mailbox.
The moonlight bathes Benji in its eerie glow, revealing his striking physical features. His skin, a shade paler than most of his peers, his subtly pointed ears peeking out from his bleached locks, and his fangs, seemingly capable of rending metal, all combine to create a captivating allure.
But what truly distinguishes Benji is his gentle and selfless nature. He's the kind of person who would assist your grandmother across the street without hesitation, a quality that warms the heart and earns admiration. His greenish-blue eyes and soft-spoken voice only enhance his charm, a stark contrast to his unique physical features.
With relief, Benji crams the envelope deep inside his dark blue JanSport backpack and marches toward the towering apartment building called Emerald Cove. But to tell you the truth, he's not looking forward to it.
Before Benji dropped out of college, his friends Soleil and Casper saw the place in a newspaper article and told him about its rough brick texture, incredible view, and cheap rent. But as Benji looks back, he wishes he had moved back into his dorm.
Couples yell inside their locked apartments. Exhausted men exchange blunts outside the lobby door when thrill-seeking teens cruise past older people on their skateboards.
Men's clothes, underwear, and personal VHS tapes fall beside Benji. A tweaked man looks at them in horror and yells at his angry girlfriend, who pushes a large suitcase out of the five-story window and marches off.
Soon after he pushes the door open, Benji struts into the lobby, where the floor reeks of lemon. Filthy footprints tarnish the brown tiled floor as tenants approach their rooms. While the chandeliers do provide sufficient light, there are a couple of bulbs that need to be replaced.
Sighing to himself, Benji stands before the second elevator in the lobby. He pushes the UP button with his thumb and waits for the silver doors to open until the rancid odor of body spray tumbles inside his nostrils.
It came from his landlord, Stanley, who marches out of the bathroom, attempting to buckle his belt. His short, gray hair hides behind his ears. His head appears to have been replaced by a misshapen pumpkin. Dark, greasy stains sit on his white tank top. Once he saw the young half-demon waiting near the elevator door, Stanley held out his hand.
"You're three weeks behind rent, Benny!" he shouts.
"Stanley," the boy says in a soft-spoken voice. "Soleil has paid you yesterday-"
