There is a place that is as close or as far as you believe it to be. In this place evil is not a concept or a philosophical idea. Rather, evil is an inconspicuous door waiting to be opened. Apathy is a location one visits when life feels meaningless. It neighbors those warm homes of contentment. Here, life begins on a bus leaving you at the doorstep of existence, and death is a curtain everyone walks through in the end. But most importantly, above all else, the reader of this story must remember that time is on the second floor.