VII

The front door always made a squeaky little sound when it opened. The ramshackled edifice was hidden behind the posh buildings of the never sleeping city. No one ever bothered coming here, if they even knew of its existence. So how come there was actually someone visiting this place, at 5am? Because of the addictive effect.

For the first time in weeks, the door had a reason to make its recognizable sound. A girl, hidden behind her sumptuous blonde hair, entered. "he took the offer", she said to the hazy bloke in the corner. He rose up from his stool with an absent grin. As he disappeared behind the dusty curtain in the back, she took a deep breath. She seemed to be rather comfortable in this dump. She obviously knew her way here, even though she appeared to be an innocent young lady with those beaming blue eyes. 

After the guy had found what he was looking for, he handed her the flask. If the drugs weren't making his hands shake, something else was. Perhaps the presence of this natural beauty made his knees weak, or maybe he's hiding something. The only thing that's for sure is that he got suspiciously flustered while handing her that flask. She noticed his nerves, but decided not to say anything. You don't mess with people from this neighborhood.

And while she walked out the door, he stood there, filling the room with his hysterical laughter. If this guy wasn't evil itself, he had to be lunatic.