The Clerk is a Jerk

Nero was looking at the rain pouring down from the window shop.

A suffocating feeling still lingered around his throat.

Almost as if the grief and sadness was trying to suffocate him.

“Nothing comes from nothing,” said the Clerk.

“I shall not drown in meaninglessness” responded Nero.

His mother’s memories had told him the password of the Dead Dreamers.

The man sighted in response.

“Seeing as your eyes are not red, you must be interested in becoming a member, I assume,” said the Clerk.

Nero nodded in response.

“What do I have to gain?” asked the Clerk.

Nero dropped a pouch full of gold coins.

The Clerk eyed the pouch suspiciously, but still took the money.

“There is a couple of tests you have to pass, a tower you must conquer, and an oath you must take. If you fail, you die. Yes, a lot of people have died in the process, and no, we do not care” said the Clerk.