Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, any resemblance to actual events, people, place is either purely coincidentally or extremely deliberate.
Osias Kajiya was alone in his warehouse apartment, sitting at his modest white desk, holding a black spiral notebook and a pen in hand. The white desk combined with the retro seventies carpeted purple loveseat would have look strange anywhere, but they looked particularly strange being the only pieces of furniture in the large makeshift office space Osias had made to write in. Throw in the swath of old monitors that he had set up around him and the room looked quite surreal. A chipped bright lime green mug filled with lukewarm black coffee sat half drank, waiting to be finished.
Osias was stuck. He not only had writer's block, but he also found himself stuck in nearly every aspect of his life. The events of the last few years left him antisocial, and afraid to trust or let anyone into his life. He could barely explain what had happened to himself, let alone to any of his friends. Up until recently, he was a complete and total skeptic, but the universe has funny ways of making us change.
Osias' biggest problem was that his own curiosity and his overwhelming compassion for others always bit him in the ass. If he hadn't had such a desire to discover, maybe he wouldn't be in this mess. If he hadn't been so curious, maybe he wouldn't have experimented with so many substances with so many people. If he had cared so much, he would have taken the risk he did. If he hadn't been so curious, he wouldn't be in this mess at all. Osias didn't know he was in a mess, and he didn't know that everything in his life was about to change. This would be the last time that he would feel surprised, and it would be the last time he would feel afraid or powerless. Soon his (justified) paranoia and his fears worries would all be gone, replaced with new desires, and eventually new fears, and a different kind of paranoia, but the story hasn't reached that point yet. We're still at Osias Kajiya sitting alone at his white desk, drinking black coffee out of a chipped lime green mug, trying to figure out what to write.
As Osias finished the last of his coffee, racking his mind trying to think of something to write, a few promising ideas started to run through his head right as he was interrupted by three loud clangs on his front door, each a minute apart. After the first knock, he got up and waited. After the second, he headed towards the door. After the third, he lopen and looked out the slot of the heavy metal door.
There was no one standing outside his door.
A very unassuming package sat on the big foam mat in front of his door. The package looked like the average parcel, brown cardboard and all. it was strange that there were no labels or markings on the package, other than "To You, From Me".
"Weird," Osias thought to himself, mumbling aloud.
Osias Kajiya, outside of his height, had a very unassuming look to him as well, so he knew looks can be deceiving. Considering the fact that Osias was the only person at this hour in the area for at least a two mile radius on a Sunday night, and there was no one in sight didn't help his suspicion.
Reluctantly Osias unlocked the many deadbolts and opened the door, picked up the package and took it inside. The package was exactly two and half cubic feet inside, and didn't appear to be that heavy when Osias picked it up, but the package was heavier than expected. He carried it into his living room and set it down on the low coffee table in the area he liked to call his living room. Osias sighed and sat down on the black leather sofa that the coffee table sat in front of. He had many questions in his head, but the most obvious and pressing question was, what the hell is this package?
(to be continued)
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