8. CODE OF CONDUCT

I was led to Brum’s room. He had a whole floor but it was not used besides his room. I opened the door, his scent hitting me hard and just nearly having me groan. My luggage was already in the closet, the room dark and not habitable to me.

There was black and gray everywhere, looking as if a corpse’s tomb with web cobs here and there. It was disgusting, dust on the furniture. It was either the man hated himself or he never slept in the room. My frown got deeper, not able to even hold my disgust face.

Fatigue was killing me but I just couldn’t. The state of the room should have been a crime.

I began ripping off anything that I could rip off; the curtains, the bedding and the awful carpet. I hated going down to ask for cleaning supplies, too many questions would be asked but luckily for me, there was some cleaning detergents under the sink and there was a small dust bin which I collected water in. I took the beta’s body wash clothe and used it to clean the floors. To me, he was dead.