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It’s a quiet morning at Royce’s house as it usually was and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Already at such an early hour he’s sat at his work desk, a book in one hand and a pen in the other. There was never a bad time to start work to him, regardless of if he’s had breakfast or not.
The only problem is that the dead silence Royce is so very fond of is broken by the distant tapping of footsteps, the man lets out a sigh as he puts the book and pen down. It’s not family or a pet, he lived alone in Fairview with only his collection of books to keep him company, it’s bound to be none other than Ms.Reisz herself.
Royce used to hide a copy of the house’s key under the doormat in the occasion he ever lost it, to his dismay he’d lost the copy instead because the eccentric woman wouldn’t give it back to him.
He sighs as he calls out “The least you could do is knock you know, common courtesy and all.”
