Though the night was growing dark, Magnolia was still alive with activity. Granted it was slowly beginning to settle down. Across the city from the Guild Hall stood a simple apartment complex, surrounded by several others just like it. At this moment, an elderly lady was walking up the steps, her keys already in hand. Though simple in clothing, she carried herself almost like royalty. Before she could unlock the front door, she felt like something was behind her. Considering the empty street, that was impossible. But the chill it gave her prompted her to turn her head regardless.
"Hello ma'am." The old lady jumped in surprise to see Maddox standing at the bottom of the stairs, already waving at her. She was baffled as to how he could appear so quickly, as she was where he was not two seconds ago. Then the surprise vanished and a scowl formed on her face. "You've been gone for over three months!" the lady shouted, pointing a finger at him accusingly. "That's three months of rent you owe! And the due date for this month is next week, too!" The red-haired Mage began laughing at her aggressive display, walking up the steps to stand next to her. Side-by-side, it was clear that the landlady was much shorter than Maddox. "Sorry about that. I got a little caught up in something important while I was out on a job."
He reached inside his coat and withdrew a small sack of money. He held it out for the lady and had to wait a moment for her to take it, as she first eyed him skeptically. "That's the rent I owe. And this month. And the next few months." With a sigh, she grabbed the pouch and unlocked the front door. "You're a good boy, Maddy. You better not be late on rent again," she warned as she strutted down the hallway past a flight of stairs, towards the back of the building. This just left Maddox chuckling to himself as he closed the front door behind himself. "I won't be late on it again, Ms. Hecksworth." With that settled, the smile slowly vanished after letting out a sigh of relief. As he ascended the stairs the landlady had passed up, Maddox began taking off his fur coat.
By the time he was at the top of the stairs, his coat was hanging over his left forearm. The black, sleeveless shirt was now visible, as well as his toned arms, red guild mark, and black skull tattoo. The apartment door furthest from the stairs belonged to the key in his pocket, and after unlocking it and stepping inside, he seemed almost surprised that everything was as he left it. From the clothes on the couch to the dishes in the sink. "So nobody broke in while I was out," he joked to himself. "There'd be less dust." Tossing his coat on the couch next to a similar coat, Maddox walked over to the solitary window the apartment had. Though it wasn't particularly high up, it gave a good view over Magnolia. In fact, he could see the rooftop of the Guild Hall in the distance.
With another sigh, he relaxed himself onto the only seat on his couch that wasn't occupied by clothes. Resting his elbow on the armrest and his head on his hand, he gazed across the room toward the opposite wall. Upon it was a large corkboard with many reports and pictures pinned to it. At his distance it was impossible to properly read anything on the board, but his eyes fixed themselves on a picture that was pinned to the top-left corner. It was taken shortly after he had joined Phoenix Wing, two years ago. A picture of a slightly younger Maddox wearing a black bandana and a red and black striped t-shirt. Sitting at the bar next to him was Master Jamie. Though, that would be impossible for anyone else but Maddox to recognize due to Jamie's constantly changing form. In this picture, he was a young, blonde girl. Behind the counter, with a bottle in his hand, was Jarvis. Maddox looked at the picture for a moment. It was rather simple and held no real meaning as it was taken randomly. But it served as a good reminder of what life used to be like.
At the time of that picture, there was much more darkness tainting his heart. The weight of sin tortured him then. Yet in the picture he was smiling. The red-haired Mage let out a sigh, now leaning back against the couch. "I'm going to do it this time," he said aloud, despite the lack of audience. "I'm going to confess my crimes." His gaze shifted up to the ceiling as he leaned his head back. Tomorrow, we will be exterminating another source of the darkness, he began thinking, abandoning the previous method of talking to himself. I've been holding myself back for so long. And while that has helped me recover in some ways, it has hindered me in others. I have matured to the point where I can handle the truth now. His gaze shifted toward the window now, looking out across the rooftops of Magnolia. The question is whether everyone else can.