Being alone in his own head was a distant dream. Possibly the last one that Conrad had ever had. Even being awake couldn’t keep the nightmares at bay. One day he had awaken to find himself in a world much more frightening than the one he had gone to sleep in. And then there was [i]her[/i]. Conrad had confined himself to his apartment less than twenty four hours later- to protect his loved ones as much as himself. Being alone was terrifying, but at least it didn’t project those horrors onto those around him. The email reached him just a step ahead of insanity. A whisper to a lost soul. [i]Could it be a trap?[/i] Well sure it could be, the devil woman in his head probably would love to torture him... But it wasn’t her style. He had only one choice, and that was to investigate... Which brought him to where he was.

Conrad stepped slowly out of the cab and raised the sleeping mask that had been covering his eyes for the last few hours. He didn’t have much on him, just his backpack. Jammed into it were two changes of clothing, his laptop, and some smaller items. That... And a metal baseball bat he was carrying around. Nightmares weren’t as bad when you had something to swing at them with... Normally.

“Am I late to the party?” Besides the sleeping mask, he was pretty much thrown together. Running shoes, jeans, brown leather belt, a white T, and a blue sports hoodie, all messily arranged on his body. In his ears were earbuds playing music loud enough to carry to those around him. There was an explanation of course. Under normal circumstances he would have come dressed neatly, put together. His current dress was the most he could do. The sleeping mask was to keep his eyes covered when possible... So he didn’t have to see... and the music so he didn’t have to hear.