Ajax Child

That evening after work, his tie, like a boa constrictor, was pulled off and thrown over the back of a chair. The silence in the apartment grew thick, mingling with the smell of cold coffee and fatigue. Child sat in a chair in his bedroom, boredly staring at the television screen, simply waiting. It had long since darkened outside, and the city beyond the glass seemed alien and distant. Despite the bustling city outside, the house almost always felt terribly lonely...

At one point, Child was almost asleep, feeling the stress of the workday slowly release from his back muscles, when suddenly a sharp, dry knock slammed against the apartment's front door. Finally.

Knock-knock-knock.

His heart skipped a beat. The boy started, coming out of his half-sleep, and immediately rose from his chair to greet the long-awaited guest, who was persistently pounding on the front door. Three clear, authoritative knocks, leaving no doubt that the visitor was at the right address.