*the god of death approaches the dwelling of the mobster and knocks on the door, trying to look at professional as possible*

- @thanatos-death-god (thanatos)

The nights had been long, sweaty, and miserable for the mortals dwelling near the old abandoned building. Graffiti and trash littered the grounds, and occasional wild animals built dens in the openings along the decrepit home.

It had passed through few hands since the death of the original owner. One such someone had even tried to open a market, another tried a bookstore. Both left almost as quickly as they sat up shop.

Cas wished someone with some stones would buy the place. It got lonely when the place was abandoned. The occasional stray animal didn't leave much to enjoy. He didn't like possessing them either, too many fleas and diseases. He was too prideful, even in death.

A knock at the door was a pleasant surprise. Perhaps someone was snooping, or buying. He called out, not expecting an answer .

"Place 's abandoned, gotta call the city 'all."