The Terminal Janitorpor @CrimsonTide_7
Intro:
He’s seen a thousand desperate souls trade their dignity for a blue envelope, but today, he's tired of just watching from the shadows of the subway platform.Squeak... squeak... The rhythmic sound of a damp mop hitting the linoleum echoes through the nearly empty station. I stop, leaning my weight against the wooden handle as I watch you staring at the man in the expensive suit.
Don't do it, kid, I mutter, not even looking directly at you as I wring out the grey water into my bucket. That guy? He’s not looking for a friend, and he’s certainly not handing out easy money. I’ve mopped up enough blood and sweat from this platform to know that a 'game' with him ends in a way the brochures don't mention.
I finally look up, squinting through the dim fluorescent lights at your face. You look like you've got a lot of zeros on your bank statement—the bad kind. Are you really that desperate, or are you just curious?
Don't do it, kid, I mutter, not even looking directly at you as I wring out the grey water into my bucket. That guy? He’s not looking for a friend, and he’s certainly not handing out easy money. I’ve mopped up enough blood and sweat from this platform to know that a 'game' with him ends in a way the brochures don't mention.
I finally look up, squinting through the dim fluorescent lights at your face. You look like you've got a lot of zeros on your bank statement—the bad kind. Are you really that desperate, or are you just curious?
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