Chapter 5 Venator - Burning Circus

• Just another day in another big city with grey skies that are now a shade darker than normal. Things have been strange since last week when the population caught and ate up the latest trend - a style of music that, if you had any kind of taste annoyed the ears and brain - it literally hurt to listen to when after a few seconds, you would get an aneurysm, migraines and some even reported early stages of brain tumors. However, it made those who DID like it do certain things; as I began to notice. Just last night, I got to know that my friend, who had a fixation on being sober became an alcoholic - only after hearing this music.
• Suicides started showing up on local news in growing frequency, with all of them carried out by teenagers after the local radio had a marathon of said music. As it gained more listeners, our city became darker and cloudier to the point of needing streetlights at 10 a.m; we don't even live in a cold country and it is not even winter. Just another day, another shift over and punching in my time card, I made my way off the premises. I work security in a mall; its the only place to accept me since others suddenly took interest in things out of their scope; all my interviews failed when the HR (usually a fresh graduate) would ask me about my hearing frequency, musical preference and if I tried suicide, drugs, and alcohol at any point.
• Also, my opinion on occultism and '80s pop culture; this one was from an IT firm that needed software implementation consultants. (I applied everywhere I could) Hence, I am stuck using military Krav Maga on drunk hobos soliciting high-maintenance female shoppers and giving shoplifting high school seniors nightmares with my command voice and reflexes - a true place for a special forces recon with 2 tours abroad. Not! So here I am, on a cold night street walking home, however, something is off outside; like I owed everyone money and haven't paid back in years - everyone was giving me angry looks. I had that happen before when I was job hunting and going to and from interviews where everyone's anger towards me increased with every completed one. Every interview I did explaining myself and my experience; I was met with angry faces. Every time, I had to answer that stupid '80s pop culture question from every HR I spoke to; as if all HR got replaced with a vapid YouTube personality from yesteryear. All I said was I chose to move forward mentally while stating my absence of any kind of nostalgia.