An endless short exchange
An unmarked small car steadily drives down a long dirt road leading up to a large farmhouse. It pulls up to the porch, and a man of medium stature gets out. Everything about him is unremarkable, his face strangely forgettable.
He walks up to the door of the house and pulls his hand to ring the doorbell. He hesitates for a second. He hears a loud click, only audible to him. He does not react, as if he has heard it a thousand times.
He rings the doorbell.
A large woman in a plaid t-shirt and jeans answers the door and looks down at the man.
"I’m looking for a Mr. Prind?" the man states, with a polite and lightly questionative tone.
"I'll go get him right now" the woman responds.
Half a minute later, a smaller man arrives at the door.
"Hello, I'm Sebastian Prind, the head of this household. May I ask what this is about?"
“Hello, I’m with the guild and- “
Mr. Prind’s face dropped, his eyebrows slightly furled. The man at the door decided to continue speaking.
“We have noticed you have been withholding a docum-”
“Are you one of those inhuman things they send out to do their dirty work?” Mr. Prind snaps.
“I don’t believe that’s-”
“How many times have we had this conversation already?”
“that’s not-”
“Never speak to me or my family ever again, not that you won’t try,” he says spitefully, slamming the door.
The nameless man sighs, mentally remarking how it could’ve gone better. He’ll try again next loop. He turns around, and his vision goes black.
He rings the doorbell.
A large woman in a plaid t-shirt and jeans answers the door and looks down at the man. "I’m looking for a Mr. Prind?" the man states, with a polite and lightly questionative tone. "I'll go get him right now" the woman responds.