heavenward, episode 1.

The world is not kind. It is not nice. In fact, the world is harsh, cold, and awful. Or at least that's how it seemed in the middle of February, deep inside a red light district.

On the 11th of February, 2022, at 8 o'clock PM, Burial was looking for someone. Or, perhaps, anyone. Anyone who would sit and listen, even if it cost him a bit of money. He had a bad habit of prowling through the seedy parts of town, paying for an escort, and then simply having a chat with them in a nice hotel room. Therapy wasn't covered by his employer's health insurance.

Burial eventually came to a kiosk in front of what was clearly a love hotel. He swiped his card and took some time to look at the pictures of the girls on offer. Most of them weren't really his type. Did he even have a type? What did that even matter if he wasn't going to anything but dump his emotional baggage on them?

Maybe he was thinking too hard. He tapped on one that looked nice enough, and headed inside.

He sat on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. The matress was a little stiff, and the pillows were uncomfortable. He ran his hand over the duvet. The harsh purple lighting in the room combined with the overwhelming scent of air freshener gave him a small headache, one that lurked at the back of his skull, occasionally venturing out to poke at the backs of his eyes.

There was a knock at the door.

The woman on the other side of the door opened it. She was pretty, with long-ish black hair and a sharp face. She was wearing a bath robe. Burial looked her over, sizing her up.

Lily walked over, sitting on the bed next to Burial. He could hear her breathing. Burial shifted away from her a little bit, his face blank.

Burial laid down, putting his head on Lily's leg, his long hair splayed out across the bed. He sighed.