The sky was a fire orange and illuminated the lobby of Darrens high-rise residence. The walls were all tall glass panels, so I felt like the room was on fire as he went to check for any mail. As he cycked through the generous bundle of mail, he quickly separated them between himself, his room-mate and junk.<br/><br/>While doing so, Darren noticed a pizza delivery man entering the building, walking right up to the buzzer panel that was right by the mailbox area. He scratched his head gently as he noticed how out of the way it was for this particular Pizzzaa shop to deliver into this part of the city.<br/>“Must be for someone just moving in” he thought to himself.<br/><br/>He got bored after the delivery man kept on trying to buzz in, but the resident was not picking up.<br/><br/>Walking behind and past the delivery man, Darren took a quick glance at the touch-screen buzzpad. The number the man was trying to buzz up to was the same one for his apartment.<br/>Both confused and uncomfortable, he reached for his wallet while tapping the man on the shoulder<br/>“Uh hey sir. Ill grab that, youre buzzing my neighbor – hard of hearing yknow” Darren was slick and that was all a part of his charm. Grabbing the pizza and stuffing two $20 bills into the confused delivery mans hands and shuffling briskly to the elevators. His long skinny but toned legs made it look like he vanished far ahead.<br/><br/>Darren called his room-mate Steve while waiting in the elevator.<br/><br/>“Yep?” a deep voice boomed from the other line<br/><br/>“Steve, its Darren. I just bought a pizza from someone trying to buzz in to our apartment” Darren and Steve had been living together for a while now. Side by side, you would never understand how the pair came to be both friends and roomies.<br/><br/>Darren was clean-cut and dressed pretty nicely, even when he was just lounging around his big apartment. He was tall and stood around 6’2, lean and was the kind of guy to let his wine breathe before indulging.<br/><br/>Steve on the other hand, was maybe just half a head shorter than Steve, standing a comfortable 6’. His hair often grew out a bit and he carried around a stockier build. He often didn’t say much but could probably convince a full room to join the army from just giving everyone a look.<br/>“Really? Pizza? Our part of town?” Steve had a presence and when he spoke it was either wise, a command, or a comment that could get the whole room chuckling.<br/><br/>“You and your damn social commentary” Darren chuckled and told Steve that he’ll investigate this strange coincidence.<br/><br/>“Hmm, who are you double sausage?” Darren muttered as he hung up on Steve. He was reading the receipt for the pizza.<br/><br/>Getting off at he 17th floor, Darren slowly unlocked the front door and crept in. Immediately noticing stuff that did not belong to either him or Steve. He could hear the muffled sound of the shower in the 3rd (not) empty bedroom onsuite.<br/>