Michael has never kept up with much gossip in the district, but once he sets foot there for the first time in months, it doesn’t take long for one particular bit of news to reach him. The regulars know he only comes around for one thing, and apparently there’s now something better in town. Potentially less expensive, definitely more comfortable. How reliable, though? Well. There haven’t been any mishaps reported yet.
He feels more comfortable coming here now than he ever has before (he’s more comfortable with things in general, really), so Michael decides he can check it out. It’s the weekend, he got to sleep today, he has the energy. Once he’s on the block he can smell it, a strong herb scent. Simple to find from there.
When he walks in, though, he almost doesn’t believe his eyes. Or his nose. Or anything. Maybe it is haunted.
“Wolfgang?” he exclaims, incredulous. “You’re—wait, you can’t be the guy. What the fuck? Holy shit. I mean. Hi. But. What?”