~Reo’s~

“Young man, you can have all the keys in the world and still be locked out.”

The driver’s voice cuts through the morning stillness like gravel and wind.

Reo is standing near the car door with a suit jacket slung over one shoulder. He’s waiting…but not really. He could’ve driven himself. Hell, he could’ve flown himself if it meant escaping the chaos his life has become.

But he’s just… here. In the cold concrete silence of the penthouse garage.

His head pounds. His chest feels full and hollow at once.

“I didn’t ask for a proverb,” Reo mutters.

“No,” the driver replies as he steps forward. “But I’ve been...