Clock Ticking Part Two

His leg took him out of his room. And Fell looked for a long time at the apartment he had used in the central district. Although he hadn't stayed here for an extended time, the memory of his life here was still vivid and numbed his cold heart even further. He sadly concluded that his feet would no longer walk on the brown colored carpet that covered the floor.

He moved his head in an abrupt manner and left his home with one last gaze before closing the door. He walked through the silent corridor and arrived in front of the metallic door of the elevator. He pressed the dial and saw on the panel left to the metallic doors that a person occupied the descending elevator.

"Guess everyone is preparing themselves…", he thought while waiting for a few seconds. The door opened smoothly, and he stepped inside the metallic box with an unhurried pace. He flashed a polite smile toward the person who was there.