Right, so you could escape before they arrive or you could get captured and be stuck in a prison. Fuck the latter! You aren't going to prison! You immediately take the advice of the whisperers suggesting that you should immediately try to leave, locking the door behind you. As you leave the building, the police car suddenly stops in front of you! You freeze up stiffly. Oh no, you really don't want to go to prison. You await your fate. Two police officers step out of the car and look at each other.
"Right, let's check the apartments." says the one wearing sunglasses. The other one nods, and they both walk up to the open door and let themselves in. You blink. Was that a demonic superpower or just you being inconspicious? You really want smoked salmon now. You try to get your wallet out and realize that you left it in the apartment. Sighing, you walk down to the shop anyway. Better to be as far away from the apartment building as possible to make sure you have a good alibi in future.
You stop in front of the shop. It turns out that they don't have any fish, according to a handwritten note pasted on the window. Or milk. Or mustard. It doesn't say anything about ranch dressing, so you could be in luck there. You really hate this shop, thinking about it, because it never has anything but celebrity magazines and knock-off colas. You could go further down to get some stuff from a shop, but you don't even have money. What shall you do?
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