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He put his phone down and layed back. "I'll probably never be able to sleep soundly."

Scorpio smiled down at her and ran his right hand fingers through her hair. He brought up his left bound arm and stared at it. "I could end it all, but I've already taken too many lives as it is. A world without life is boring. Yet the urge to kill sometimes comes around when I lose my temper. I need to watch myself better or IT might come out again," he whispered to himself.

There was the sound of something clicking and moving, then the door opened. Scorpio walked inside and locked his door behind him. He hung up his things then flopped back in a cool, confy, cozy chair. "I need to relax for a bit."

Scorpio looked up at the ceiling and sighed, "I'll have to get rid of all of this soon. Gotta make room for the new attendants."

As Vincent left his apartment after taking a good long shower, he noticed a door with a plaque missing. Inspecting the door closer, the sign of SCORPIO chared in the door. He himself felt a bit of heat coming from behind the door. "What used to be here...?" he muttered to nobody in particular.

Seeing nobody around, Mr. Rohaun hovered his right hand over the door knob. There was a small flash and the door knob and lock broke into splinters of metal. The hot door then slowly opened.

Vincent was not too surprised to see that the room before him was entirely black. Everything that was once walls, furniture, and other household items were now piles of ash, soot, and black chared marks on the remaining walls.

Curious, the young would-be investigator entered the apartment. He looked for any recognizable remains in the kitchen and living room, but nothing remained. "Somebody really did not want to leave any trace of him or herself behind," said Mr. Rohaun as he stood in the middle of what would be the living room.

He was not satisfied yet. He had to learn atleast one thing about who ever used to live in the destroyed apartment. So he moved causiously to a room farther into the apartment.

Once again, there was nothing left. Everything was ash, soot, and scorch marks. Feeling defeated, Vincent Rohaun was about to leave when he noticed something laying in upper right hand corner of the room.

Vincent picked up the item and blew off some ash that covered it. It was a leather glove. Besides how dirty it was, the glove was intact. He wondered who the owner was, "Perhaps one of the inhabitants knew the owner. I am quite sure they would not mind me asking about the former resident."

Vincent left the room quickly.

He retrieved some nails, ductape, and stretchy cables from his room to hold the door closed. He knew he couldn't fix the door, so he did his best to close it instead.