Chapter 152: The Crappy Life I Lived Before
Harry peeked nervously through the peephole of his apartment door. Outside, a large, beefy man in a suit stood, fists clenched, his face twisted in anger. The landlord. He knocked loudly, each strike against the door echoing in the silence of Harry's bleak apartment.
"You bastard! Your rent is due!" the man yelled, his voice thick with contempt. "If I don't get my money by next week, you're soup! I know you're in there, so you better listen for your own good, beggar," he spat, his tone dripping with disgust, before finally turning and storming down the corridor.
Harry waited, holding his breath, until he could no longer hear the landlord's footsteps. Only then did he cautiously unlock the door and peer into the hallway, confirming the coast was clear. He darted back inside, slamming the door shut behind him, pressing his back against it as he exhaled sharply. His heart pounded, the weight of his reality crashing down around him.
