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It was still relatively early in the day, and the slums were now somewhat populated with activity. Individuals in various states of grunginess made their way through the dingy streets, making small talk on their way to their jobs. One individual was walking there today who looked quite out of place, with her perfectly-done auburn hair and her generally clean appearance. This individual, Hannah Lorken, elicited some stares from the residents of the Slums, although most only looked for a few seconds before dismissing her and moving on. Her business was none of theirs.
The girl made her way through a path of roads and alleyways. The girl would notice that each pathway seemed to become narrower and less populated as she continued onward. Graffiti covered the brick walls with illegible signatures and fonts, and in the distance some muffled music with a heavy bass and drum line could be heard. Shouts and exclamations would occasionally ring out, but they would die down quickly. The emotion behind the cries could not be determined without context.
At an intersection, the girl made a sharp turn left. Confirming that no one was present in the alley, she then disappeared from sight...
Hannah Lorken: Perception Check
Two voices could be heard. Both were male- one was younger and more excitable, the other more gruff, responding with single syllables or sentences.
"...still, da guy's lookin' to be recovered. Dat's great, ain't it?
"Meh."
"Dude, da guy who nearly died during dat invasion is healthy and all yer saying is 'meh'? Dere's a big crowd gathered round da noble place right now, ya know."
"Das great and all for da guy, but I'm worried more 'bout my next paycheck."
Said voices decreased in volume as they passed by. Outside of that, Hannah couldn't hear anything else.
Based on her own perception, she was alone.
The girl reappeared and strode to a warehouse behind a padlocked gate- the padlock had been split open and lay on the ground with a few meters of iron chain. As she pushed the gate open she found surprising resistance- with a bit more force the gate reluctantly gave way with a groan.
The warehouse itself was a rather unassuming abandoned one. White paint coated the walls, but the coating was cracked in places which showed the cement behind it. At the top of the wall where it met the plastic-shingled roof were windows about 1 foot (.3 meters) tall with a simple white cross pattern. Some panes were bashed in, but the openings were too small to allow even halflings to enter through there. The door was a garage door. Locked.
The girl walked up to it and knocked on it. The rattling of the metal panels were uneasily loud in the silent atmosphere of the place. Nothing.
Hannah Lorken: Passive Perception Check
Hannah caught movement in the corner of her eye. Looking up at the far-right corner of the building, one of the shingles slowly moved back into positon- behind it, a CCTV camera.
The door opened with a loud
CREEAAAAK...
Deafening silence.