Sparkatale

"I hate this suit," I say to myself as I put it on, dark grey on top of lighter grey. 'It suits you Felix,' says a voice in the apartment. "D, I didn't know you were here." I say. 'I'm not,' the voice says, 'just making sure you remember to do your rounds tonight.' "Yea, thanks," I say, grabbing my leather journal. Helping people move on is a full-time job, nothing easy about it.