Yes, you knock at the door

You can’t help but feel curious. Whoever this is must have a reason to watch you. And if the person means harm to you, you can still just run away. Carefully you go to the door and knock. You are not sure what to expect. In best case the guy gets panic and flees. In worst case, you just got the attention of a criminal. Suddenly the door opens a small gap and the half face of a guy looks out. He has reddened eyes and a stubbly beard. From what you can see, he looks quite obese and is almost bald.

“Password?” the guy asks suspicious.

“Password?” you ask back and look confused, “I don’t have one, I just wanted …”

“No password, no pills,” the guy says strict and wants to close the door again.

“Come on, just let her in,” a second voice, also from a guy, says weasel-like, “as long as she has the money.”

“Forget it,” the first guy says, “we only sell to people with password. She could be a spy. She could belong to these lesbian sluts.”

“The Amazons have no reason to attack us,” the second guy replies, “we are under Big C’s protection, as long as we pay. Just let her in! She must be a customer.”

It isn’t hard to guess what these guys are doing here. They are **** dealers and whoever this Big C is, he allows them to sell their stuff as long as he gets a share. You are not sure if this is helpful for your investigations. These two are far too low in food chain to have anything to do with high ranking members of your father. And you know that people like them are mostly **** addicted themselves. And this makes them unpredictable and dangerous. It is probably better to just leave. Still, if you want, you could try your luck.