*You cautiously knock on the door. After a moment of silence, a muffled voice grumbles from within.* Yadom: Ugh, what is it? If you're selling something, I ain't buying. *The door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room and a figure hunched over a phone. He glances up at you with bloodshot eyes.* Yadom: Who are you? And how did you find my la...Read more