molly’s daddy builds high rises in dunwich. black gates, doormen in tailored uniforms and white, sleek furniture that cost more than an d-rank’s monthly salary. the apartment block that involves her mission has not had a human living in it in since 2014, stuck in a stalemate of planning permissions and petitions. uuum, wait, correction: the apartment block hadn’t had humans living in it since 2014 until now.

it’s something that was notified to initiative as, supposedly, it warranted their special consideration. molly’s one of heroes sent but she’s upset hr aren’t up for the tv cameras for this gig. maybe it’s for the best. squatters never look good on cameras. plus, scouring an apartment block takes a while. molly’s feet are starting to hurt and she’s not even wearing heels today.

she’s trailing a nail around fraying wallpaper when she first hears something. twisting her head, molly’s gaze is directed down the floor’s hallway and her eye is caught by an open door.

maybe molly’s found one of the squatters. she preens herself and steps towards the door.

RUIN