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"You know, I saved Benjamin." You click your tongue to make sure you still got his attention. "First job I did. Thought you should know that much." You try to gauge his reaction to this information. His face twists into a conflicted mess of emotions.
"...Thank you." <<span class="mu-b">"If I had a choice in the matter, she would've picked an actual MAN man."</span>> "For doing that." <<span class="mu-b">"She's happy, though. That's all that matters."</span>> "He's a good lad." He's trying his best to seem appreciative about it.
"No problem. It's simply what I'm paid to do." Better than doing retail, you suppose. "Once you're done exploring your room, I have something to show you. See ya." You start to head over to ROOM 4. You hear him going up the stairs to the VIP section of the apartment as you turn your back.
Just to be safe, you open the door remotely using your telekinesis before levitating a knife around there to check for any traps or other bullshit. After everything is confirmed to be safe, you step into the room.
"What the?" Now this isn't something you expected. The room is shockingly well kept for a place that's been abandoned for seventy some years. The normal essentials are all there (bed, tv, fridge, closet) but it's clear someone put a LOT of money in furnishing the place. The TV is a huge wide screen, the bed has real silk covers, the fridge is an actual honest to god working fridge instead of a shitty mini one...
The decorations aren't too shabby either. The carpet you're currently standing on is made out of a pure white wool. You don't even remember the last time you've seen wool in forever! It's not really in your price range at all. A variety of paintings from various artists hang on the wall. It's like someone was trying their best to make a shitty apartment 'classy'.
Opening the closet reveals it is stocked to the brim with all sorts of dresses, high heels, and other high fashion accessories. Not something you would want to wear all the time but you're absolutely stealing some of those for yourself. You'll search it after checking the rest of the room.
You notice that there's a small desk, similar to the one at your apartment, in the back of the room. Heading over there to get a closer look, you see there's a handful of letters left on it. You pull it over to you with your telekinesis to skim over it.
"TO PHILLIP"
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You flinch upon seeing that name. You can already tell this is going to be relevant.
"I'm sorry, okay? Look, I get you're a sweet guy. I really do. But I can-" A good chunk of the sentence is scribbled out. "Fuck, why am I writing this? He's not going to take it well."
"TO PHILLIP. It's not you it's m-" Scribbled out. "TO PHILLIP. I'm already seeing someone and I can't really break up wit-" Scribbled out. "TO PHILLIP. Fuck, what can I even say?" More scribbled out words. This repeats a couple of times until...
"TO PHILLIP. I can't help you. I'm sorry. I hope you have a good life back in District 24."
