Chapter Eight - A New Day, A New Face

To say that he had been dead on his feet by the time he had entered his apartment was an understatement. He felt as if his soul had been sapped from his body and he was just a hollow shell wandering the corridors of existence waiting to find an exit and a soft bed. He didn't bother in taking a shower and had bare managed to slipp off his shoes and socks as he flopped onto the mattress. He retreated to the relams of the unconcious and was sleeping happily until the sun was rising over the horizon. A new day was afoot and loud and insistent knocking followed it. He groaned sinking himself further into his soft duvet. The day could wait, tiredness was overwhelming his senses and the orange light beaming through the curtains wasn't helping one bit. The knocking continued until everything fell silent. Amias let out a sigh of relief, that was until a loud click rang out and a few seconds later his bedroom door was knocked opened. He had barely raised his head from the pillow