V

My will to go on has ended. Someday, maybe you'll see the end, i'll see the end.

IV

Nothing exceptional about Leo - except of course, that he is a 35 year old widower - he is black, not too tall, not too short, just enough for him to pass by unnoticed, pretty much everywhere he goes. He does not have hair, not naturally, by choice. Leo thinks hair as an unnecessary accessory, dispensable. His eyes are completely black, they do not change depending on the intensity of the light, just completely, undoubtedly, black. His general expression appears to be of total boredom - although he is easily entertained - probably because of his always half open eye lids.

The next morning, while having his "breakfast" (he was lazy enough to eat only one piece of bread, with nothing on it) he wondered. How the fuck did he get in that situation? He tried to put the pieces of the facts back together, but it made no sense at all. He understood his debts, he was just not sure on how he was going to pay them.
He got out of his apartment, and started walking the 20-minute walk to his job.