I arrive back to my apartment, being dropped off in my limo. Long day of work, long day of life. I proceed to my room. The matches in my pocket shake as I walk up the stairs.
I get to my room, the most luxurious one there. The only elevator here is broken, having to walk all the way up to my room is a pain. A big, big pain.
Tonight I sleep peacefully, but I can't say the same for tomorrow.
Last Easter Night, an arson occurred in the room below me. One person dead, one survived. I reported it, I was the first one to report it.
Though I reported it, I am still being held as a suspect. Tomorrow will be my inspection. It will be held with Dr. M. She will prove my innocence in this story. I have done no harm whatsoever, still, they choose to believe otherwise.
