Chapter 3: First Summon!
The door creaked open. Creed stepped inside and let out a heavy sigh.
His apartment was... well, calling it an apartment was generous.
It was small, cramped, and depressingly empty.
The walls were bare concrete, the lighting was dim, and the only furniture in the entire room was a single wooden bed, a rickety desk, and a tiny closet that looked like it would collapse if he breathed too hard.
The air inside was stale, carrying the faint scent of cheap detergent and whatever leftovers the neighbors had been cooking, which didn't smell good.
The only saving grace was the small, narrow window on the far end, which let in a weak stream of light.
Creed rubbed his forehead, stepping further inside and shutting the door behind him. He glanced at his crib and sighed again.
Honestly, this place was worse than a prison cell.
"So, I'm stupidly handsome, but also stupidly broke."
Yeah, that about summed it up.