"Oh, won't you shut up already?" A young man's voice echoed across his parents currently empty apartment. "I know I'm hungry, and I know you want free, but I don't care." The voice practically shouted, cutting through the static of an old television set and the noise of the traffic on the street. "Okay, you know what, if I get dressed and go get some food, will you leave me alone." The voice once again poked through the noise. "What do you mean I'll have to eat soon anyways? Okay, fine!" Riley slung his bedroom door open. He exited his room that was filled with action figures and posters of superheroes and entered the apartment of a hoarder. There were boxes piled up everywhere, old rusty bits of metal, cobwebs littering the wall, old records thrown on top of piles of junk, junk that rose so high it completely sealed off a broom closet. The junk was twice the size of Riley, who was a little shorter than his friends, but he didn't care.

Riley never cared what other people though, because he had a secret. Someone who was always there, whispering to him, talking to him, and right now: annoying him. Riley's body was indeed inhabited by another consciousness, one that was more evil than good, one who hated people, and one that was stuck in the body of Riley. The consciousness' name was Malice, and it yearned to break free. However, last time that happened he ended up hurting people. He wasn't going to do that again anytime soon. Malice hated him for that. 

Riley began to creep over piles of garbage, until he got to the door. Despite the weather Riley picked up his jacket from the hook beside the door and swept outside. Riley swung his jacket on and pulled the collar up to his neck, his neck which was covered in black spots, he straightened the sleeves, which covered more black spots, and rushed to get outside. Riley was in a hurry, he didn't realize how hungry he had been, luckily he lived almost right next door to a local pizza place. 

Riley swept into the pizza place swiftly, and stood nervously behind the person in front of him. 
"What's with the white hair?" Riley whispered to Malice, a little louder than he meant too.