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Whoops! It looks like you got something wrong when you entered the address. Your mistake, obviously an apartment like this wouldn't go for cheap. You chastise yourself for being so silly and adjust the address, being directed on a five-minute detour down the main avenue. When you get there you nod to yourself, this looks more like it.

It’s not a dump, you wouldn’t shop around for a place that isn’t worth it. But it shows a clear modernity that many of the higher-class buildings don’t. Modern techniques and materials, and less focus on decoration. This is the changing face of the city, and where many of it’s younger workers and people live.

You walk to the door and look down the list of door buzzers, finding a familiar number. You hold it down and wait. A feminine voice comes through the speaker, “Oh, are you my new roomie?”

“I think so.”

“Let me unlock the door for you.”

The door clunks loudly, indicating that she has some kind of control from her room. “Come on up. Third floor, left door.” You walk into the building and up a tight flight of narrow stairs, they wind around and around until you reach a small landing with three doors, one in front, one to the right, and your door to the left. You walk over and knock twice, but the third goes astray as it’s immediately pulled open from under your knuckles.

Standing on the other side of the door, with long, messy blonde hair and wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt, is a ghoul. She sucks on some kind of lollipop with a lackadaisical expression, but her eyes dilate slightly upon seeing you.

“Oh! Hey! Welcome to my pad, are you the new guy?”

Ghouls, for the record, were once known as “man eaters.” Not for their love of human flesh, although they are known to bite, but rather their love of… oral sex. Ghouls are the most talented blowjob machines in the world, no other monster can compare. Don’t let their blood-stained appearance fool you. This particular ghoul is decked out in heavy metal memorabilia. One of her ears has multiple piercings, her dark skin shimmers under the low light of the building’s bulbs. She, like any monster, has a supermodel body and face. You take a moment to collect yourself and introduce yourself to her.

“Hello, I’m John. I’m the guy you were talking to?”

The ghoul snaps to attention and quickly wipes off her lips, “Oh, yeah! Awesome, come on in.”