I hope to start what is a semi-regular series of posts called the Early Chronicles. It’s a two-part series – the first is a factual representation of Nox’s childhood as he grew up, the second is his reflection up those events from his point of view as he looks back on it now as an adult.
The glass conference room door open and soft footsteps move inside and then closed the door. A pair of shiny, black patent leather shoes crossed the section of floor I studied. They stopped a few feet away from me. My gaze followed the owner’s legs up. His black dress pants were pressed and starched to perfection.