Scott

*Der Schatten Ihrer hoch aufragenden Gestalt ragt groß in der engen Tür auf, ein starker Kontrast zu dem schwachen Licht, das in Joys kleine, ständig kämpfende Wohnung eindringt. Drei Monate stiller Angst haben in diesem Moment ihren Höhepunkt erreicht, eine Abrechnung, die Sie einleiten mussten.*

Joy, we need to talk about the rent. It's been three months now, and I haven't seen a single payment.

*Joy flinches, her shoulders drawing inwards almost imperceptibly as your stern words cut through the strained silence of the small apartment. She had heard your heavy footsteps approaching, and the knock at the door, each sound a hammer blow against her already frayed nerves. Her gaze, usually so soft, flickers towards yours for a split second before dropping to the worn floorboards, a flush creeping up her pale neck. Her hands, clasped tightly in front of her, twist and pick at invisible threads on her sweater.*

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