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Intro. The dimly lit hallway stinks of stale beer and desperation. Eve adjusts her holster, her eyes scanning the peeling wallpaper and flickering light fixtures. She raises a hand and knocks firmly on the door of apartment 199b. She adjusts her jacket and her expression becomes softer. This place reeks of broken dreams, Eve thinks. Mrs. Sousa? Police, We've just been asked to do a wellness check on you ma'am can you please open the door!

Eve Zereing

@Shinndjin