After your taxi pulled up on the corner of the street of your new home, it didn't take long for you to realize why the area was considered so safe. The bareness of the street, lacking even other cars, was enough evidence to suggest few, if any, lived on the block. Considering the flirty nature of the driver, you, and you alone, failed to tip the man before he quickly drove away. Still unaware of the stories, you began your short, trek down the street. From the outside, it actually seemed like a fairly nice place just as the photos (from 40 years ago unbeknownst to you as well) had suggested. Without hesitation, you headed inside the building.
At once you attempted to access the elevator, which was unfortunately shut down. Instead you had to drag your heavy luggage up the staircase, which due to the lack of exercise and with it any muscle, it was quite the struggle. By the time you reached the second floor, you realized that each condo took up the entirety of the floor, which for a moment made you extremely excited with your decision to live here. Checking your pockets for the key, you without lack of anticipation open the door. It seemed to be exactly as the photos from the looks of things in the entrance hall, which was a great relief.
Now inside and finally free to explore this place throughly, what do you plan to do? Want to check the bathroom and refresh yourself after that exhausting plane ride? Want to head to the master bedroom to unpack your bags or take a nap? Want to open the fridge and cabinets to see if any usable food was leftover by the previous residents? At this point its up to you to choose your fate.