starting of bad luck.

Year 2018,

Month of January,

Starting the new year with a long list of oaths, goals, and aims.

But little did I know that my luck had different plans. Well, I can say my luck was having periods.

It was all good, like oddly good. First, in the morning I receive free breakfast from my neighborhood granny. Then I receive a call from the head of the department telling me I got promoted out of the blue.

Well, since it came to this just when I was planning on celebrating my new achievement, my toilet got clogged. It's her again, my landlord, who lives right above me. Well, from outside, a clogged toilet won't look that bad, but to me, it's like hell.

Well, it took me three hours to unclog the damn toilet. Not minding it too much, I plan on continuing my day by going to the local BBQ store to celebrate with my friends.

THAT'S WHERE MY LIFE PREMIUM BAD LUCK GIVES ITSELF A DAMN ENTRY IN RED BOTTOMS.

Yes, the Red Bottoms will understand it soon...

FAST FORWARD TO 12:23 AM,

January 2.

Okay, quick review: I was in the restaurant with my friend, and we were having fun as far as I know, but suddenly my eyes landed on the person across our table sitting in the lifeless corner all alone with a gloomy face.

I was observing him quickly just when my eyes locked with his. Damn, I flinched because I can swear that he smiled so grimly that it could give a shudder to a grown man too, so what am I? What freaked me out was normally people tend to look away, but he held my gaze as if he could see right through me and my every single action.

I was uneasy, and he seemed to enjoy it, and that flamed me up from inside. Despite my desire to hit him square in the face, I can't, at least not with my friends sitting with me, nor after getting promoted to senior supervisor of rape cases in the detective department. Well, mentioning my rank or profession was just flattery here, but despite that, I was sure that face is not of a person who came to local skirts; that face surely used to go to restaurants without giving second thoughts to anything.

Smooches and loud moans cover the whole room; men seem to be enjoying it. Well, of course, the place is not good for its activities; that's why it's quite common to encounter scenes like these. Thank God that they are in the room at the back, not showcasing it right in front of the public. That reminds me that I had once read about a case of someone dying due to rough sex. Well, to me, it seems like a rape case, but according to the given details and clearest evidence, it was not. Damn, I still will say it was a rape case, and someone is forcibly covering that up. Damn, my ADHD brain has ventured through dang

WHERE DOES THE MAN GO?” I shouted'

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