"...Hello?"

A robotic voice responded. "Hello, your phone has been hacked. Please pay with 10 Honey Buddha Chip bags so I can save your bank account!"

You roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless. "Hello, 707. How are you?" He groans, laughing a bit.

"You didn't laugh! Not even a bit!" You roll your eyes again.

"Maybe it was just a silent laugh." He smiles, and then shakes his head, getting back to business.

"So, why do you want to leave the apartment?" You pause, quickly coming up with a good excuse.

"I need to get cleaning products and some food. You know, it's filthy in here, and the only things are old canned fruits and vegetables." You hear him laugh.

"You're starting to sound like my maid! 'It's dirty in here, clean up after yourself once in a while!' Sure, I think you can do that. Just don't try to run away, haha." You force a laugh, and you hear him hang up. You sigh to yourself, and grab your bag, containing a silver blade, a container of holy water, and a taser. After checking to be sure you have all your necessary supplies, including your fake FBI badge, you step out the door in the uniform you had worn yesterday. Thank god it wasn't wrinkled.

Stepping out the door, you lock it behind you and pocket the key. You then make your way to the 7th floor where the murder occurred. Walking up, you see the police tape blocking off most of the floor, but you step over it, showing your badge to anyone who looked curious or suspicious as to why you are there. Once you arrive at the apartment, you notice other officers still inspecting it. You walk over to one of them, and begin asking questions, writing it all down in your notebook.

You gather that the man had no family, and he had gone out to meet an old friend. He is seen with the friend, walking towards the forest. That was the last time anyone saw him, until the neighbors began to complain of a foul odor. The janitor was told to check in on him, and she was the one who found the body. Obviously, since you came too late, the body was already taken away. You thank the officers for their assistance and quickly leave.

I suppose I should get food now, so 707 doesn't get suspicious. Checking how much money you have ($20), you sigh and go out, walking to the convenience store across the street. The door chimed as you open it, and a pimply adolescent glanced up at you before turning back to his phone, the noise from the latest game echoing throughout the store. You look around casually, grabbing a bright red basket that looks as if a toddler chewed on it, and begin to grab some produce.

Apples, canned vegetables, bread, milk, crackers, cereal...what else? You decide to get some brownie mix, since you're guessing you'll be inside quite a bit of the time and you might as well pass that time with baking. It helps with your stress, not to mention that since you've been hopping from hotel to hotel, you haven't had much of an opportunity to do much of anything you like. Grabbing the cheapest box you can find, you walk up to the register. The cashier finally looks up, and scans your groceries. After he's done you thank him, and walk back out, the sounds of his game echoing behind you.

Once you arrive at the apartment, you unload the groceries, and take a look around.

"Time to get to cleaning…" You sigh. Cleaning wasn't something you particularly enjoy, but with how dusty this apartment is, it definitely needs it. Time to get to work, you suppose.