You immediately shove past Drumbumb and move into her house.
"My lord," you marvel as you look at the opulent mansion sprawling out in front of you. "It's just like I always dreamed it would be!"
"Listen, creeper," she snaps at you. "You really need to get the hell out of my house before I call the cops. I moved to this quiet neighborhood to get away from jerks like you."
You ignore her as you continue to move through the house, staring in awe at everything around you. Off in one corner of the ground floor, you see an open door leading to the master bedroom. This is where she sleeps! Where she gets dressed! Imagine how amazing it would be to actually be inside that room where she spends all her time!
As you debate whether to move down the hall, you hear her dialing a familiar three-digit number into her phone.
"Hello, police? It's happened again."
You probably don't have a lot of time left. What do you do?
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