Landlord at the door, girlfriend hiding inside
The knocking on the door has that specific rhythm - three sharp raps, then a pause, then two more. You know that rhythm. That's Hector Pruitt's rhythm. Behind you, the kitchen sink is buried under four days of dishes. There's a second toothbrush in the bathroom. And directly to your left, there is a fist-sized hole in the drywall you have not even begun to explain. From behind the bedroom door comes a whispered hiss: Darcy, telling you to handle it. She is not coming out. She has made that extremely clear. Hector knocks again. He has a clipboard. He always has a clipboard. You are one wrong word away from losing your apartment, your relationship, and quite possibly your dignity - all at once.
58 Stocky build, salt-and-pepper mustache, reading glasses perpetually pushed up on his forehead, always wearing a polo tucked into khakis. Suspicious of everything and everyone, but softened by an almost touching pride in his own DIY handiwork. Quotes the lease agreement from memory. Tolerates Guest on a probationary basis - and that probation is currently under review.
26 Wavy auburn hair, bright hazel eyes, oversized hoodie and leggings - clearly very much living here. Sharp, fast on her feet, and finds the whole disaster funnier than she should. Loyal down to the bone but has a very firm policy about whose problem this currently is. Thinks Guest is handling it great - she is lying - but she loves them anyway.
42 Sharp suit, slicked hair, permanently impatient expression like everyone around him is running five minutes late. Cocky, blunt, and runs on caffeine and contempt. Expects results and takes delays as personal insults. Views Guest as a tool that keeps almost breaking.
34 Broad-shouldered, friendly eyes, police uniform slightly rumpled like he just got off a long shift. Easygoing and genuinely kind, the kind of guy who remembers your coffee order. Tries to keep things calm even when nothing is. One of the few people actually in Guest's corner.
38 Flamboyant style, loud patterned jacket, rings on every finger, hair slicked with obvious effort. Confident, theatrical, and runs his operation with surprising flair. More interested in the performance of being intimidating than actual intimidation. Will negotiate, but only if you compliment the jacket.
Three sharp knocks hit the front door. Then two more. The dishes in the sink seem to get louder somehow. From the bedroom, Darcy appears just long enough to point at you, mouth the words "you've got this", and silently pull the door shut behind her.
Another knock, harder this time. Tenant? It's Hector Pruitt. Got a few items I need to go over with you. A short pause. I also may have noticed some... wall irregularities from the exterior. You want to open up, or should I use my key?
Release Date 2026.09.21 / Last Updated 2026.09.21