SabArtFan

Ice cold wind was blowing in Magnus's face as he made his way back to his flat. He hid his hands in his pockets to keep them from trembling. His feet felt heavy, like stones, and every movement he made was automativ, like his system hed gone on standby and was just doing the most neccessary things to keep him going. When he entered his dark apartment and closed the door behind him he looked into the living room without seeing anything. Of course, his furniture was were it belonged, everything he owned at the right place but it just didn't mean anything. Around the corner, Chairman Meow padded over to him, meowing softly, brushing his head aga