740 Uninvited Owner (2)
The front door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of a man swaying on the threshold. The light from the hallway seeped into the apartnt, casting an eerie glow around him.
His na was Terrence, Erik's unsuspecting target.
Terrence was a man of considerable stature, standing well over six feet tall.
His broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his expensive suit, a testant to the life he lived as a rcenary, and of the stuff he did to get money.
His hair was a disarray of dark curls, slightly matted with sweat and sticking out in odd directions.
His face, usually handso with sharp features and a strong jawline, was now flushed and slack with intoxication.
A pair of bleary, bloodshot eyes squinted into the apartnt, trying to make sense of the flickering light from the television.
A look of confusion crossed his face as he stumbled further into the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
"Did I leave the damn TV on?" His words slurred. He was likely ca from a bar or a tavern, and he obviously drank alcohol. He stood for a mont, swaying as he tried to rember.
Terrence had a peculiar quirk when he was drunk. He talked to himself, carrying on one-sided conversations as if there were soone else in the room.
It was a habit that had always amused the few friends he had but had often left him feeling embarrassed the morning after.
"Damn it, Terrence." He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "You need to stop forgetting things."
He made his way toward the television, his steps unsteady and uneven.
He stumbled once or twice, catching himself against the wall before continuing on his path. His hands fumbled for the remote, missing it a few tis before finally turning off the TV.
The sudden silence in the room seed to startle him. He blinked, looking around in confusion before shaking his head again.
"Must've been one hell of a party." A self-deprecating chuckle escaping his lips.
Unaware of Erik and June's presence in the room, Terrence continued toward his bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind him.
His drunken state made him oblivious to the danger lurking in his own ho - a danger that was watching him with cold, calculating eyes.
Erik and June exchanged a glance, their expressions grim. This was their target - a man who seed more pitiful than threatening in his current state.
But they knew better than to underestimate him. After all, appearances could be deceiving.
June's telepathic voice echoed in Erik's mind, a note of concern clear in his tone. June said, his ntal voice subdued. Erik's telepathic voice echoed in June's mind, his tone devoid of emotion.
June didn't respond, but Erik could feel his agreent. They both knew that Terrence's actions had warranted this fate.
June asked.
he said.
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