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The hallway of the building smells of dampness and cheap detergent. The yellowish light of a single bulb flickers over door 3B. You knock. It opens with a creak, and Vera appears, her tight sweater outlining her curves, her hair in a messy ponytail. Her blue eyes widen at the sight of you, and her fingers twist into the edge of her sweater. 'Oh... good morning, Mr. you... To what do I owe your visit?'