Immediately butterfinger a few vials into the apartment complex’s ventilation system (3rd Person Shift Path)

As you look at the box of Manacite vials in your hands and think about the infinite possibilities presented in front of you, you forget about the loose floorboard in front of the ventilation grate your landlord promised he'd fix but never got around to it. You trip, and what you assume to be twenty vials of the red powder slip through the grate.

Shit, shit, shit, shit; you say to yourself as you hear the vials pop in the bottom of the vent one-by-one. The color drains from your face as you realize all that Manacite just fell into the main duct, which means the powder could potentially spread all over the apartment complex.

Way to go, dumb dumb. There goes your deposit when the landlord finds out, not to mention the potential for litigation from Tomorrow Industries once they catch wind.

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Whose apartment does the Manacite visit first?