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“Who’s asking?” You say.
“Name’s Wessam, Wessam Carpetier, I’m a journalist chasing after a story that’s going to blow everyone’s minds. Nice to meet you, kid.” Wessam pockets his phone to raise his hand for a handshake.
“A journalist?” You shake his hand, it feels rude not to.
“I know, we’re all big talk, but I back it up.” Wessam smirks. “Are you up for it, kid? Err, you live here, right?”
“Yes, I do. but I don’t know anyone.” You’re honest and get to the point quickly.
“Don’t underestimate yourself, kid. We all pay attention to our surroundings even if we aren’t supposed to. It’s human nature.” Wessam has faith in you.
“If you say so.” You can’t back away now.
“Have you seen this man prancing around?” Wessam shows you a picture of an unkempt middle-aged man with a shabby beard and a mean mug.
“Can’t say I have.” You say apologetically.
“Thank the stars you haven’t, kid. This guy is Sewel Scott, and he’s bad news like a bad breakup, if you get what I’m saying.” Wessam points at the picture.
“I don’t.” You’re a lonely boy with lonely dreams.
“Trust me, it’s grim.” Wessam isn’t kidding. Like you’re gonna get the chance for that… “Have you heard anything unusual? Like people moving in and out frequently?”
“No. But I haven’t met any of my neighbors and I’ve been living here for a while.” You point out. “Why is he an issue?”
“He works as the muscle for a wealthy family with ties to the underground. Heard he’s keeping some of his <span class="mu-i">targets</span> locked here in this very building. Only the heavens know why.” Wessam crosses his arms.
“Now <span class="mu-i">that</span> sounds grim.” You retort.
“Tell me about it. Can you do me a favor, kid? I have this <span class="mu-i">key</span>.” Wessam takes it out of his pocket. “Can you check if it works for room 305? I don’t want you to peek or anything, leave it there if you want. Just give me a signal if it works or not.”
“Why don’t you check it yourself?” You raise an eyebrow like you always do.
“The man promised to shoot me inbetween the eyes if I dare bother him again. I have to lower the risks or this story is going to be the end of me.” Wessam pats you on the shoulder. “I’ll manage if you don’t want to, kid.”
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Go along. Test the key for Wessam.
>Decline. You like living, and you have to return home.
>Write In.
(You have the cat plushy btw!)
