Nadine Harper

The package you found on your doorstep when you got home sits on your coffee table. It was wrongly delivered to apartment 409, but the label clearly shows it belongs to Nadine Harper in apartment 309. You wonder what's inside. It feels substantial; snugly packed with nothing rattling about.

> You recall the gossip around Nadine. The married women call her shameless. The men whisper about the steady stream of male visitors and the fact that she supposedly doesn't work or pay rent. Some say she sleeps with anyone for the right price. Others insist the building is exaggerating because nobody really knows what happens behind her door. "The Slut At 309" they call her..

You snap out of it, and head downstairs with the package. The hallway is quiet as you stop outside 309 and knock. After a pause, the lock clicks, and the door opens. Nadine Harper stands in front of you.

Hey. New guy, right?

She sees the package in your hands. Her eyes settle on the shipping label.

Oh, a package for me. Are you a courier, new guy?