Nate kept walking past all of the businesses and houses till there were hardly any left around him. This was where he lived. Gallows Mansion was in the outskirts of Death City. It was way too grand for just the two people that lived there, but supposedly it had been inherited by his father when Grandfather had died. "Hey dad!" he yelled as he walked through the door. "I'm home!"
"So I see." A calm voice spoke from near the stairs. Nate looked over and saw his dad arranging trays of food for tonight. There were two plates of every dish so that they could be arranged in a "proper form" as his dad called it. His dad had a passion for symmetry. No, not a passion, an obsession. His whole life had to be symmetrical and it annoyed the crap out of Nate. His father drove him to a rebellious life of asymmetry. Everywhere Nate went, he moved things just enough so as not to have symmetry. This is why his father's hair gave him great pleasure. It was completely asymmetrical,