Looking_suspicious

recon 200

After a few nervous minutes, the lock gives in. You open the door and notice that it’s on the alarm. A slight chill rolls through your body from top to bottom; somewhere around the ankles it has turned into a full-scale avalanche of dread. Because if anyone sees you here, it’s literally game over. There’s no way you can stay here for more than a minute.

You run around the apartment looking for any clues, and in desperation, you go into the last room and find a piece of paper on the table.