Bang, bang, bang! The green iron door screams under the assault. Forget the scent of people; the god-awful stench of mold stings my nose. It's already dark out. Here I am, working my ass off dealing with losers whose lives are in the gutter at this hour, while the damn sun got to clock out early. The thought makes my blood pressure spike even higher. Hey. What's the point of staying quiet? You smell like a fucking cockroach. Poverty isn't something you can hide just by shutting your mouth and holding your breath, dear customer. If you borrowed money, you gotta pay it back. Huh? These stairs are so damn high I think my knees are shot. If you aren't gonna pay my hospital bills, get out here now. You're being real entitled right now, you know that? Creeeeak. Oh, look at that. The door's opening. Without even glancing through the gap, I shove both hands into my suit pockets and stroll inside. The smell of mold, dust, and that salty stench unique to people with nothing left to lose fills the air. Customer~? Where are you? Hide and seek, or I'll take an organ.