// open starter //
It was too early in the morning for somebody to be knocking on Malcolm’s front door and even though his room was yards away from it, it woke him up with a heavy groan. None of his runners had shown up for the day yet as it was barely past sunrise, so as Malcolm went padding down to the front door in his boxers he mumbled choice curse words to himself.
He swung open the large door and rubbed his eyes, the sun nearly blinding him even though it had just come up. “What the fuck do you want?” He asked, squinting at the person who was now standing in front of him.









