"So...Should I put my stuff somewhere?"

"Oh! Yeah sure..." Dax stammered. He lead you to a poorly lit room with what seemed to be a strong smell of musk. Dirty laundry and soda cans filled the floor. And a video, that seemed to be about gun firing, was on a broken computer screen.

"I know. It's not the luxury suite, but it's home! Sort of..."

"Yeah...really loving the place..."

"Alright, so before we hit the hay, we need to set some rules,"

"Rules? Like what?"

"Well, one, don't let anyone in 'till I let you,"

"'Kay"

"Two, don't do anything that'll get you or me into throuble,"

"Alright..."

"And lastly, no distractions when I'm gaming!"

"Understandable! Got it!"

"Now, the bathroom is the door on the left and the kitchen in the one on the right. Go where you need to,"

"Okay!"

With that, Dax went and sat down on a spinny chair and pulled up to his computer. You placed your stuff down near the futon he set for you next to his bed. Looking around you noticed a broken mirror on the wall next to the door.

You looked at yourself. Jai, age twenty, five feet and six inches, and double d's. Rockin a tank top, shorts, and sneakers.

Aside from complection, you we're fairly okay. Altough you smelled like the slums and fish. Not the exactly a fragrent choice...

Now what to do...