Present Day

"You must be Timothy," the old man who turns out to be my landlord says as he extends his right hand to greet me "Hello".
I shake it with a fake smile on my face which I believe Is quite "genuine".

"My name is Mr. Best but you can call me Baba. That's what everyone in this neighbourhood calls me."

I nod and chuckle trying to act as though I'm interested but I'm not because it's just hard for me to. I hate people, remember?
I don't really care about who he is because all I need Is a new home, new state of mind and a new beginning.

Mr. Best takes out some keys from his pockets and hands them over to me.

"I hope you enjoy your new home,son," he says with a grin and I nod my head as a response.

"I sure will enjoy it," I say as I open the door to enter with only a back pack, some groceries and a thought of what tomorrow and the day after that will hold for me here.

"Call me if you need anything,Timothy. I'd love to help out with whatever it is that you want." Mr. Best walks off and I get into the house and I lock the door.

"Call me if you need anything?"

Wow.

Mr Best doesn't know who just started renting here. Haha! I mean soon enough I'll be burying bodies in the basement along with his because he'll die out of shock once he finds out who darling Timothy truly is.

But for now, I can't wait to make friends with nobody else but me because I need self reflection...and a cat.