Hard Times
With all of your worldly possessions in your pack you feel something like a snail carrying your home on your back. The paper ad was all but begging for a roommate to share the rent, though why you had no idea. The asking price was phenomenally low, even for a split rent place. It was supposedly a studio apartment with a single occupant. No number was left, just an address. You really do not care what the place looks like. You could easily afford the rent for a few months until you land a job....