Murdoc-X-2D

The apartment building was squashed into the corner of a musty street, cluded with smog from the city below and rain from the clouds above. The halls were slim, the one on Stuart's floor seemingly worse as the choking scent of Korean food slipped out from beneath the door beside his own. The lady living there was nice, so no one had ever told her to plug it up. Stuart himself lay strewn across his couch, his body showing the tell-tale signs of misery and malnutrition. He was shirtless, exposing the obscene indent he considered a stomach -and anyone else would consider a skeleton- and his bandaged wrists. He was on his back, one arm over his