The Apartment

I rolled out of bed and stood up. As I did so, I noticed that I had been changed into satin pajamas, hopefully by the aforementioned maid, and I now stood in a small bedroom with no windows.

There were two doors and I tried the one to the side first.

It opened into an en-suite bathroom, which should have been obvious.

Moving to the other door, I opened it to a combination kitchen and living room. Naturally, the first thing I did was open drawers in the kitchen until I found the silverware and grabbed the big knife. I had no idea if I'd need it, but it seemed like a reasonable precaution.

Next, I tried the front door and found it locked. I ground my teeth in annoyance and considered trying to find something in the kitchen to finesse it open, but it had an electronic deadbolt that I'd probably have to smash to open, and decided to save that approach for the time being.

The next several minutes consisted of exploring the rooms. There wasn't much of note, other than the complete lack of food in the kitchen and the small dresser in my room, which was also empty.