Reason 3: Rent, and those who demand it

As soon as I had gotten home from the bar, I went to sleep. In my dream, I was alone in a big room, it didn't appear to be a room, since there were no walls or anything. There was only one color everywhere, white. But for some reason it didn't seem to stretch out into infinity, everything appeared... Compact.

Someone started approaching him and in no time, he recognized their shape. "Jasmine, that's you, right?", he couldn't think of any possible reason as to why the woman who dumped him would want to see him again, but that didn't matter. She continued approaching him. He thought he could hear a soft sound of a bell echoing throughout this white space, but he chose to ignore it.

"H-hey, sorry for, you know... That thing I did, it won't happen again" She still didn't speak, now she had arrived in front of him. He was surprised by how close she was, there noses were almost touching. A big smile appeared on her face, "I-I'm glad you're happy to see me, but why are you here?" She opened her mouth and suddenly she yelled, "WAKE UP!!, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING!, NEVER PAYING RENT AND ALWAYS HAVING HANGOVERS!" The loud scream was enough to send him flying up from bed. Although, when he went flying up from his bed, his head collided with something hard.

"Are you trying to knock me out and then escape!?", the old woman standing in front of him wasn't Jasmine at all, it was his landlord. "Gezz, don't scare me like that you old hag", her whole face burst of irritation. "Who are you calling an old hag?!, you just went flying straight out of bed and headbutted me!" He was also starting to get irritated now, "well, that tends to happen when you scream at the top of your lungs, straight at someone who's sleeping!" She stared at him with intimidating eyes, "well, that's what tends to happen when you can't afford an alarm clock" He was shocked by that statement, "What kind of area did you grow up in?!, I'm sorry but for us, None-hag-people, that isn't the norm!"

Her expression became one full of malice, "there is no such thing as, None-hag-people, everyone becomes a hag after spending enough time living" A proud smile appeared on his face, "so you finally admit that you're a hag and that I'm in the right" She meet his proud smile with a sarcastic one, "that's right, you're in the right, but do you know why people become hags?, it's because they're surrounded by idiots like you!"

He got confused by that statement, "but you said that everyone becomes a hag?" She nodded, "that's right, but first, everyone's an idiot, hags are idiots who have accepted what they are and therefore, have evolved into a more advanced species!" He got a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry that I've called you a hag all this time, I didn't know that this was such a serious problem..." A small smile appeared on her lips, "thank you for understanding... LIKE I WOULD EVER SAY THAT YOU IDIOT!"

I live in a small apartment that's in the rundown part of town. The landlord who had woken me up had used her masters key to open my door and then yell at me. She was an old Asian grandma, she didn't have any grandchildren though, I just thought she looked like one. Her name was Hag-Nag... Okay it wasn't, her real name was Fusako. I had actually known her since I was nine, and I had lived in that apartment for thirteen years. If you didn't know, I don't have a family anymore. It happened not-so-coincidentally when I was nine years old. I owe that old hag a lot more than I would want to admit. I don't want to plague you with the details, so let's leave it at that.

I'm currently heading to a job interview, not because I care about paying rent, but because otherwise I feel pretty useless.

There it was, I saw a huge building in front of me, it was at least two hundred meters tall and painted in a overwhelming black color. It was to bad that this wasn't the building at which I was going to have a job interview. Besides the big building was a small sketchy looking place, this was were I was supposed to go. On the add it had stood that this was a well paying job, but the job itself hadn't been very specific. It was supposed to be a cleaning job, everything was going to be fine...

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"We want you to kill this guy", the job interviewers had a serious look on their face as they said this. I, on the other hand, was trying my best to not show my, I-have-no-idea-what's-going-on-face. "S-sure..."