“Let’s see…. So your credit is actually above seven hundred and sixty. To have such good credit at your age so quickly is quite amazing. This adds many points to how much you can get. If we add in your disability… hmmm…. We are looking at a max of fifty thousand for a micro loan. But just so you know, the interest is much higher because you do not own a house or car. Normally, you would not even be able to apply for a loan without these things. The plus side is you get a one-year default on payments. This is only allowed for those with disabilities.” The bank lady smiled at me and began printing out the papers I needed to sign. I guess it was a good thing that I never spoke when I came to the bank in the past, otherwise, this would not be possible. 

But it did make me wonder why she was not verifying my inability to speak. She was just taking it as is. At any rate, I not only get a fifty thousand dollar loan, but I also get a year before I need to start making payments. 

I finished signing my documents, and once they were processed and a business account was opened, I was given a bank card, and with that, I now had money to live off of for the next two years. 

Now, I should be heading home and hiding from the world, but I still had one more place to go. There was an apartment building that would become the most sought-after housing complex in the city, mainly because the first dungeon to appear would appear right next door. The prices right now should still be low, and if I sign a three-year lease, I should be able to keep the current price. But this is only if the apartments are cheaper than one thousand a month. I might even pay three years’ rent up front if I can get them to include all utilities. I have no idea how this will go, but it was worth a shot. I did have my trusty notebook with me!

I decided to take a cab to the apartment complex. It was in a decent part of town so I was not worried about the neighborhood. When I arrived, I paid the cab driver and walked into the building and to the front desk. This place was much fancier and even had a reception desk. “Can I help you?” the young man behind the counter called out to me. 

I quickly took my notebook out and scribbled on it. “I am here to see if you have any apartments for rent.” 

“Apartments?” The young man, like the rest, seemed a little surprised by my notebook writing, but he did not call it out or anything. Which was good. I had expected someone to get mad at me for writing in a notebook. However, so far, people seem to understand. To his question, I nodded my head.

“We do have one open; it’s a studio. Let me call the housing manager. His name is Robert. He can help you more than I can.” The young man smiled at me before picking up the phone at the side and making a call. I waited for a few minutes before the young man hung up and said: “He will be right down. Please have a seat at the side.” 

I gave a polite nod before going to sit down. As I sat, I heard the bell on the door ring, and a girl with pink hair walked in. She was short, and her hair bobbed up and down as she walked. For some reason, she reminded me of the pink-haired thing I met in the game. 

“Angel!” The young man behind the counter yelled out. I frowned slightly. That name was quite familiar to me. I just couldn’t remember where I heard it from. At any rate, it had nothing to do with me.

“Jayce, leave me alone. No matter how many times you ask, I will not date you.” The pink-haired girl replied.

“Angel, you could at least…..” The young man was cut off as the elevator door rang, and a man in a suit stepped out. The young man bit his lip and sat back down. The pink-haired girl gave a mocking smile to the young man before turning to look at me. For some reason, her eyes widened slightly as she looked at me. She seemed to be hesitating about something, but in the end, she turned and walked to the elevator and got on. 

If I was not wrong, I think she wanted to come talk to me. If she did, I would start to think pink-haired girls were drawn to me. Like if I had some kind of sign on my back that read: “If you have pink hair and are a girl, come speak to me!” 

“Hello, my name is Robert. Are you the one who wanted to talk about renting an apartment?” The man in the suit walked over to me and smiled. 

I flipped the page in my notebook and wrote: “Yes, I was wondering the price and had a few more questions after I looked at it, of course.” 

“Of course! Come, I will take you up now.” Robert kindly led me to the elevator, and we went up to the tenth floor. I stepped out of the elevator and followed him down the hall.  As we turned the corner, I saw a familiar pink hair standing in front of a door with a furrowed brow. 

    “Angel, is something wrong?” Robert asked. He walked over and took out the keys he had on his side.

“I left my keys inside this morn…. Zoe!?”