The woman throws the guy on a car.
The body prangs.
The car piles-up against a lampadaire.
She runs off.
R:”Her.”
P:”?”
R:”After her.”
She’s at the other end of the street already.
Turns right at the crossroads.
Predictable.
I Catch up with.
?
Not…
There?
R:”Where is she?”
P:”You’re slower than I though.”
R:”…” panting
P:”And not that enduring.”
R:”Where?”
P:”Either this apartment on the left.
Or this shop on the right.”
R:”Let’s go for the apartment.”
We get in.
P:”How do you know it’s the apartment?”
R:”The shop is owned.
The apartment is open to rent.”
P:”You came here already?”
R:”…”
He must know most of this City.
P:”Can you give me a visit?
Later…”
R:”It may be necessary.
Only the essential parts.”
He got in theapartment.
He doesn’t seem to know it.
…
Where are the tenants?
P:”Where are the owners?”
R:”On the terrace.”
P:”?”
R:”They enjoy being outside.”
P:”You wanted to rent this place?”
R:”I wanted to buy it.”
P:”She’s there.”
R:”Why emphasize it?”
P:”You smell it too?”
R:”Quite spicy.”
P:”When you came here, you met a young woman?”
R:”The owners are an old couple.”
P:”Daughter?”
R:”Likely.”
P:”An extra room?”
R:”Indeed.”
We get deeper in the apartment.
It’s big.
And the light are weak.
P:”Why do want to buy this place?”
R:”Wanted.”
P:”Still do.”
R:”The Structure is quite rare.”
P:”Rare?”
R:”It has a Structure.”
P:”Everything has a Structure?”
R:”A coherent Structure.
Most older buildings have “
P:”Buy newer ones then.”
R:”They lack of Identity.”
P:”Too similar?”
R:”They are.
They are more ergonomic.
They are fresher.”
P:”Then…
Why look for flawed properties?”
R:”Flaws make life compelling.”
Noises at the end of the corridor.
Mumbles.
Squeaks?
No screams, just moaning.
P:”?”
R:”Move.”
We get to the room.
I still hear mumbles.
Someone speaking.
Weak words pass through the bottom of the door.
P:”Locked.”
R:”…”
I’ll kick it.
R:”There’s another exit.”
P:”Why?”
R:”Follow me.”
He wants to preserve this door intact.
Doesn’t make sense.
Whoever is in the room.
He wants to surprise them.
There were many voices.
Sounds like voices.
Shouldn’t we get back with more people?
We get at the end of a corridor.
He presses a button.
No more lights…
?
A ladder come off the ceiling.
We get to the attic.
It’s almost empty.
There are only glass bottles & jars.
R:”I need you to follow me.”
P:”…”
He walks me to a trap.
There’s another ladder.
We’re not going to use it.
We have to jump into this.