<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Old man from behind the blinds.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Please let me come in. Just for a moment. I'm really freaked out," you say. The old man sighs and opens his door for you to enter.

"Fine, suit yourself. C'mon in. But whatever you do... don't look up," he says, and you follow him into his home. Inside, you see from the corner of your eyes that everything is in shambles, but you do as the man said, and keep your eyes on the floor. You fight the urge to peek.

What could possibly be up there that he doesn't want me to see? you think. The old man leads you to a table covered in dirty dishes and gestures for you to sit.

"Do you think I could have a glass of water?" you ask after noticing how dry your mouth is.

"No," the old man says with a glare. You respond...

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Please?"

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Ok..."

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