Jul 17, 2016
Phone grasped in one hand, a young man swiftly ascends the staircase of a slumbering apartment building late at night. He does not worry about any noise his steps might cause -- he is far too light on his feet. Save for encountering a few smokers at the entrance outside, he had infiltrated the complex unnoticed. Not that covertness is necessary; Alvis simply fancies himself an agent of the night when planning surprise visits to people he really should give warning to.
312, 313, ... 314. Pausing, he taps out an ominous message, sidestepping whilst hitting send, and leisurely leaning on the door frame to wait.
>> Go to your door.
@apothete