Pushing it open, I step inside to find a small sitting room with an old fashioned box tv and a couple of uncomfortable looking chairs. Moving through the space, I walk into the next room to discover the old man’s bedroom, with a bathroom attached. I head toward the bathroom, turn on the tap and wash as much of the blood off as I can, using the small hand towel beside the sink to dry myself off. Once my hands, face and arms are clean, I head back out toward his wardrobe and pull open the door. Inside on the right are a row of tailored trousers, shirts and jumpers. On the left are some women’s dresses and cardigans.
I grab one of the cardigans then kneel down to open the drawer underneath and find some women’s tops. Both are a bit big but I don’t have the luxury of being picky right now.
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