'Nice!'

You're not going to lie: it's something of a buzz-kill knowing that you could have been left millions, yet are instead getting little more than this guy's modest suburban home. At the same time, however... it's a house! You're getting a HOUSE!

You weren't sure you'd ever own a home of your own. From what you can see through the large glass front windows, it seems nicely furnished too. There's no reason to go looking a gift horse in the mouth just because your now-deceased distant relative wasn't the best manager of his money. It's not like you have been perfect on that front either. Shit, this inheritance gives you a level of financial and lifestyle stability you could've only dreamt of even a day ago. "Awesome! Where do I sign?"

Mr. Baxter looks at your broad smile, answering it with a frown as he opens the car's door. "Well, I suppose it is an improvement... given your circumstances... but it's our task to to do our assigned due diligence here. Before you can assume possession, I need to review the whole of the estate with you. Please follow me."

You head up to the front entrance, and as you go to open the door in deference to the stature of the gentleman accompanying you he suddenly grabs your arm in a firm grip.

"Hey! What the fuck, dude?!" you exclaim, only for him to knock three times lightly against the glass pane.

"Apologies," he says with a sad shake of his head. "I didn't think you'd beat me to the door. I'm afraid that, at least until this transfer is complete, we're bound by certain small-yet-significant protocols."

You open your mouth to seek clarification, but before you can say a word the door is opened from within.