Prologue

In a certain place, at a certain time, there was a man who stood out, or at least for the purposes of this story, he stood out.

He was a normal man, in nearly every respect. He lived alone in a flat in England, somewhere, and was quite comfortable with that. Sure, he was alone most of the time, but he didn't seem to mind too much. He had no one to share those long silences with.

He was quite gifted when it came to coding and the likes of that. He owned his own laptop, which he valued greatly. This man went to work everyday, at an office job which he hated, five days a week, until he didn't.

He was a quiet fellow, and most at the office let him be. By their standards, he was secretive, brilliant, and somewhat unlikable due to his dedication to his work.

One day, he had taken the bus home. There, in his humble flat where he did a great amount of his work, he died.

Nobody is quite sure how or why. Some say it was suicide. Others say it was murder. Whatever the case, his cold, stiff body was carried out, and his flat cleaned out. The older land lady, who cleaned all the rooms, may have missed a couple of spots, but why would it matter? The man had nothing to hide here.

His funeral was attended by a sparse amount of friends (Seeing as he made few) and family. His sister, who had recently married, attended, although one might think she was a bit disdainful of him. His few friends seemed truly sad to see their friend leave them like that.

Soon after the funeral, his will was read out by a man with a dry, boring sort of voice, and that was it. His few possessions were passed out, and everybody left. Nearly all the people at the funeral knew one another, at least by a first-name basis, and they bid each other goodbye, to themselves, and to their friend. A couple swore that a man, who introduced himself as a coworker, had never met them or their friends, but it was quickly brushed aside.

They were just glad somebody remembered him.

Days, weeks and months passed since his death. The flat remained empty.

Not many people were keen on living in a place where a man stopped doing so.