Aug 9, 2021
@bliight
Three days had been long enough, hearing that awful punk music through the walls, that was. It was by no means early morning now, but whoever this troubled soul was, certainly needed his help if they were listening to this garbage in broad daylight. Without much pomp or circumstance, the man dragged himself to his neighbor’s front doorstep, firmly knocking against the door with his knuckle.
“Grimm, you better not answer this damn door.” He knew it wasn’t Grimm blasting that crap through the walls. “I know you’re home, troubled soul.”
