You run out to your balcony and climb over. As you hang from the railing you hear your front door being unlocked and opened.
You let yourself fall to the grass below. The landing hurts but you are still able to run.
The only person you know who might be willing or able to help you is Tanya. You make your way to her apartment and ring the bell. There's no answer. In a panic you knock. And again louder.
You hear a door open and turn to see a man stepping out from the next apartment. "She's not there." He says. "Supervision officers took her away yesterday. I think they found illegal media."
"Shit" you say too loudly.
The man gasps and goes back into his apartment. You'd better get out of here. He looks like the sort who'd report bad language.
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