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𝐈𝐓 was like any other day in New York City, waves swaying calmly whilst the sun made the dark blue waters glisten in the morning light

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𝐈𝐓 was like any other day in New York City, waves swaying calmly whilst the sun made the dark blue waters glisten in the morning light.

The boats bumping across the waters with tourists excitedly snapping photos of everything they could whilst a news broadcast played over a radio that sat stilly on the rooftop of the tourists boat.

It informed the listeners what to think of the weather, the daily news, like what Tony Stark ate for dinner at a fancy restaurant and all that buzz around the famous hero.

The vibrant blue sky was like an indicator of the joy law enforcement was feeling at the recent takedown of famous drug lord, Tombstone.

Inside of a rather friendly neighbourhood was a apartment complex in Queens that was a carbon copy of many others that were in that area. In a certain apartment, a couple in their late thirties sat at a table, the woman taking a sip of her coffee whilst the man looked through a newspaper, circling adverts for jobs, sipping on a drink.

In that very same apartment, a room with the door slightly ajar that was decorated with memorabilia from very famous franchises such as Star Wars, Friday The Thirteenth, and more

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In that very same apartment, a room with the door slightly ajar that was decorated with memorabilia from very famous franchises such as Star Wars, Friday The Thirteenth, and more.

Stuff scattered across the desk that the occupant of the room had been too easy to clean up since the occupant was a teenager that had no interest in such things since it was 'his room' and he could 'organise his desk however he wanted'.

The teenager laid in his bed, the sheets covering his body whilst his scrawny arms clutching his pillow, and sleeping through the blaring alarm that came from the speakers of his mobile phone.

The sheer volume of the alarm caused the man that was sat at the table to get up and peek into his son's room to see the mess that the boy called 'organisation'.

A sigh escaped from the older man as he pushed the door open, creaking as it does so. The man walked through the room, his footsteps quick and efficient. He wrapped his hands around the bedroom's curtain, flinging them open, exposing the room to a heavy amount of sunlight that lit up the room in an orange glow.

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