p data-p-id="5895f87226678e6ac842376abde1877b"As the sun rises and peeks through the window pane of a dizzyingly large bedroom, a figure stirs. Costly cotton blends give way to a monolithic figure. Groaning almost simultaneously with its bed, the figure lifts its frame, reminiscent of a Greek deity, but more akin in color to some of the coinage from that era./p
p data-p-id="1abe805661b03bedf640c8975375bf73"Unbeknownst to the outward observer, this living statue is not only sentient, but was once and still is a young man./p
p data-p-id="9048e60644ff47e6dcd5c8988613faeb"This is Charles Dunne III, and his life is perfect./p
p data-p-id="565ad6a207a4fcd84fc9bf2d59728d96"****************************/p
p data-p-id="fd02c6506ed327477b11af2140e495ef"As he ambled down the ornate halls to his stairwell, he took a glance at his most recent bit of handiwork. A hole in the wall stared him in the face, a reminder, however temporary, of his immense power./p
p data-p-id="5d9b94a7fa7d60941227b710fd020402"It was probably the closest thing to an actual gift that that blasted amulet ever gave him./p
p data-p-id="056ea6ca1b6012b0508846ba081de688"Thankfully, he was rather...influential on his own. So much so, in fact, that no one would ask questions when they were called in to patch things up./p
p data-p-id="e532dfb0fa2242cbd8e3a6d55362c7a7"Making his way through to the polished marble floor of his kitchen to a breadbasket on the counter, he realized that he still could not get over how quiet it was./p
p data-p-id="eec7b96ab6a623451f968459d9d5a585"Normally, Peterson, the Dunne family butler, would be trying to coax (or bribe) little Monroe into eating his food./p
p data-p-id="d991bcd69dae5ec46de9eaec685aa4f6"Of course, that would not be happening anytime in the future./p
p data-p-id="bb443bb94e710ef31e47d10677c62fa3"emOr ever again/em./p
p data-p-id="d511ff8cf729e777d619199e7468db6d"The reality itself nearly made him lose his appetite (not that he could have one as a golden statue). He killed them.../p
p data-p-id="e35cebe0f002d06a571eb7dad763f1a8"The transformed young man violently shook his head./p
p data-p-id="bda5af85c53c4c2f01b144002e63315a"No. He couldn't believe that. There had to be some way to fix this. There had to be.../p
p data-p-id="93959067630540bcbde4b6c301b2240b"SMASH!/p
p data-p-id="295784a58e64734834ad349491f29f9b"The sudden noise made him jump./p
p data-p-id="95ab2c0915ef2f53d2c837eca6cfdc94"Who was that? Nothing human could have gotten in without the Dunne family "say-so"... Surely that couldn't be anyone that cleans emthis/em house./p
p data-p-id="e4d4d8845811403e296b8dbbc1cd5338"Then, a possibility dawned on him./p
p data-p-id="17a0905b20505774c12d6b6876784099"emThe new one/em./p
p data-p-id="84dc490a8721f615e2cbcd06f785c7cb"****************************/p
p data-p-id="1eb32b2ee19160df6fb9c53c7b548d92"Stomping down to the living room, he willfully ignored the cracks he was making in the floor./p
p data-p-id="b079f8344a66a8ab74881eb1bfe98c82""HERBERT!" He called sharply. No voice /Repeating himself, he stumbled upon the object that was the source of the noise in the sitting room, particularly a plate that had been inside of a giant glass case full of expensive /How did it get out here...?br /Even as he thought this, noises began emanating from the kitchen./p
p data-p-id="da49e93fe58c8f0d6c33fb9e44d1b21d"What?/p
p data-p-id="ca9812b0a7c5fa09aaa157370e52f357"Rushing back to the kitchen, he found a strange sight: a sandwich with a bite taken out of it./p
p data-p-id="720c34e6db44b064954ab0b7bca94a1c"He had never finished making his sandwich, yet turkey and swiss lay bitten into on the counter./p
p data-p-id="84f3d39a4e9919457413cb0035168b01"He twitched. Whoever did this was going to hear from him.../p
p data-p-id="f63d242c54e0712fda791f014eb24d33""All right. Whoever you are, get out here!"/p
p data-p-id="32701fdc4b733d914526be27ab030211"At first, nothing./p
p data-p-id="77a4c7daa89933813173269a66652ede"But then, someone quite literally faded into view in front of him. Sitting on emhis/em counter. He'd clearly been eating. A strange glove was on his left hand./p
p data-p-id="3772430513341598cb8de5fe6fb3cf77""Uh, nice place you've got here. Think you can order pizza from this joint?"/p