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Whilst many of the houses were new builds under construction, this one had seen better days. Not exactly dilapidated, but it appeared abandoned—like some of the places Brian had seen overtaken by squatters in inner cities, the type of places you didn’t visit during the day, let alone at night. Luckily this wasn’t the city, there was no one about to give him trouble, and yet every fibre in Brian’s body told him to get the hell out of there, now.
Brian stayed put. He’d trudged this far, might as well stick around a little longer.
For what, you i***t? You know where he lives. Time to get moving!
But Brian doubted the man lived there—it didn’t look inhabitable. And yet upon arriving the man had taken a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and headed inside. Seconds later lights had i
