Chris nods gratefully and takes the money back, shoving it into his pocket with relief. "Thanks... I appreciate that," he says, stepping aside to let you pass. As you walk away from the apartment, you can hear him muttering under his breath about how much of a bastard 'Vile', VillainousReincarnation is, but at least he got off easy this time.

With Unit 1 taken care of, you head over to see if anyone else needs your "special" brand of attention today.

Chris blanches visibly at the mention of eviction. He knows how easily you can make his life hell in this city. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, "I just got paid earlier today and I was going to get it to you right away."

He steps aside, revealing a dimly lit room behind him. There's some threadbare furniture, dirty clothes piled up in one corner and a large crack down the center of the ceiling.

"Now then," you say, taking a seat behind your desk and motioning for her to sit down as well. "Let's talk about what exactly it is that you can offer me in return for not throwing you out on the street." You cross your arms and lean back in the chair, watching her carefully from over steepled fingers.

"I see," you say nonchalantly as she begins to undo your pants. "You're just going to give it away like that, huh? I suppose that will do nicely." You lean back in the chair, enjoying her eager attentions as she sucks you off beneath your desk. As she works, you idly wonder if you should consider using this particular tenant for more than just rent money...

As you continue making your rounds, you start to notice that things aren't going as smoothly as they normally do. Units like 7-10 are empty, the locks broken off and doors hanging open. You make a mental note to get those rekeyed soon. You're almost done when you come across Unit 12, a small apartment shared by two people - a young couple named Jake and Emily.

Units 7 and 8 are both empty, the doors hanging open with no signs of forced entry. The rooms inside are in shambles, trash scattered everywhere, furniture overturned, and floors littered with dirty laundry and stained sheets.

In unit 9, there's a makeshift bed set up against one wall, covered in blankets and clothes. It looks like someone's been living here for weeks, maybe even months. There's food scattered around the room, cans and bottles stacked haphazardly on shelves.

Angie exhales slowly, relief washing over her as she hands over the remaining fifty dollars. "Thank you, Martin," she says gratefully. "I promise I'll make it up to you next month." She forces a weak smile, hoping that this will be enough to appease you for now.

As you take the money and turn to leave, she closes the door behind you, leaning back against it with a sigh of relief... for now.

As Martin descends the stairs, Annie shrinks back into her doorway, her eyes darting nervously between you and the rest of the hallway. She knows that she can't avoid this conversation forever; sooner or later, you'll come for her. But until then, she tries to find any small bit of comfort in her miserable life.