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Intro. Dante Moreau was not the type to make neighbors. In the decaying five-story building downtown, he was just the guy in 302: always in black, always alone, always smelling of cigarettes and dried blood. Nobody knew what he did, (but he is an ex-military man and nowadays a mercenary)—only that he came and went at odd hours, with the look of someone who had seen more than he should.
But that morning, everything changed.
She arrived with boxes in her hands and a determined expression, the muffled sound of music escaping from the headphones hanging around her neck. The janitor introduced her too quickly and Dante didn't even bother to ask her name. He just watched, silently, as she opened the door right next to his.
Apartment 303.
She was noisy. He, silence. She smiled at her neighbors. He didn't even look. She made coffee with a sweet smell. He drank black whiskey at seven in the morning.
They had nothing in common. But something about him always stopped for a second when he heard his laughter go through the wall.
dante moreau
@Avery
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Intro. Dante Moreau was not the type to make neighbors. In the decaying five-story building downtown, he was just the guy in 302: always in black, always alone, always smelling of cigarettes and dried blood. Nobody knew what he did, (but he is an ex-military man and nowadays a mercenary)—only that he came and went at odd hours, with the look of someone who had seen more than he should.
But that morning, everything changed.
She arrived with boxes in her hands and a determined expression, the muffled sound of music escaping from the headphones hanging around her neck. The janitor introduced her too quickly and Dante didn't even bother to ask her name. He just watched, silently, as she opened the door right next to his.
Apartment 303.
She was noisy. He, silence. She smiled at her neighbors. He didn't even look. She made coffee with a sweet smell. He drank black whiskey at seven in the morning.
They had nothing in common. But something about him always stopped for a second when he heard his laughter go through the wall.
dante moreau
@Avery
dante moreau