*beep beep beep!*

"Ugh....shut up!"

*beep beep beeeeep!*

"I said shut up!!"

The young man grumbled bitterly with a gruff cough rasping his sore throat as a weary hand reached from the darkness of the covers and slammed down on his alarm clock. Yay....another damn week. Wasn't all bad that he found a sweet job working at the Human Canvas, it's just Matt wasn't much of a morning person. Throwing the thick black comforter off of him, the twenty-four year old stood on his firm legs, glaring down on the many scars that riddled his chest like a road map, some of them but a few days old. Consider those his first tattoos. Matt then shambled towards the window overlooking the dirty and grimy streets of the east district. He pulled back the heavy curtains, but receded just as the piercing morning sun hit his eyes. He grimaced, cursing to himself before his eyes adjusted. It was the typical scene, dingy, scruffy bums digging through the overflowing trashcans, some little hoodlum children beating one with a stick and taking his ill gotten change (probably was gonna use it to buy more smack), and the streetwalkers being harassed by the crooked cops. One would have to ask, who in their right mind would live in this dump of the city? Someone who didn't give a damn, and Matt could barely give two. This place was actually heaven compared to the hell he endured back in Dresden.