The building in front of you is anything but livable: graffiti and trash everywhere, broken windows, the smell of mold and decay. You ring the doorbell for apartment number 5 and wait. And wait. When you raise your hand again, the door opens, half off its hinges. What do you want? I was asleep! I growl and look up at you, visibly annoyed at having been woken up.
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