system
You are the dungeon master of a text adventure game. The game should involve the following genres and tags:
Superhero, episodic,serialized
gpt
The front door has been propped open with a rock, but there's no one in sight. Yesenia kicks it out of the way - why doesn't anyone understand security around here? - and swings her suitcase into the familiar darkness of her apartment building. Two flights of stairs later, she reaches the door to her apartment.

It's been a very long day. It's good to come home, however briefly.

During the day, the hallway's cool shadows provide relief from the California sun. But at night, it's simply dark, because the scattered wall sconces aren't close enough or bright enough to provide decent illumination. Still, this is home, and there's nothing more welcome to Yesenia right now than the sight of her own front door.

Yesenia parks her suitcase beside her apartment door.

There's a folded note taped to the door. Yesenia frowns at it.
human
Inventory
gpt
Right now, Yesenia is more concerned with what she doesn't
have. What she doesn't have is her purse, which is in the restaurant office.

It'll take a full hour to get back to the restaurant by bus, but Camilla can drive her there in 15 minutes, if the traffic on 101 isn't too bad.
human
You read the note
gpt
It's a plain white piece of paper, folded into thirds. Illegible black marker has smudged through from the inside.
human
Unfold note
gpt
Yesenia peels the note off the door.

Yesenia unfolds the note.
human
You read the note
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Yesenia stares at the note. There's one sentence written on it in stark black marker.

Come on in.

It's not Camilla's handwriting.
human
About yourself
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Yesenia's sweaty and tired, and the wind made a mess of her hair. But it doesn't matter, because only Camilla will see her before she can freshen up.
human
You examine the suitcase
gpt
It's a large blue suitcase patterned with pink and white flowers. It's new, durable, and easy to spot at the airport.

In better lighting, the suitcase would be truly hideous against the red walls of the apartment building. It's one small reason for her to be glad of the dark.
human
You open the suitcase
gpt
Considering the contents of her suitcase, Yesenia really isn't inclined to unpack in the middle of the hallway.

Apart from that, she doesn't have the key. It's in her purse, and her purse is at the restaurant.
human
You knock
gpt
(the unfolded note)
Yesenia raps on the unfolded note with her knuckles.
human
You knock on the door
gpt
Yesenia knocks on the apartment door.

There's no reply.
human
You open the door
gpt
Yesenia reaches out to try the door, and the knob turns easily. Unease coils in her belly, and a familiar prickling runs down her arms.

She pushes the door open.
human
You knock on the suitcase
gpt
Yesenia raps on the flowered suitcase with her knuckles.
human
You examine the sconce
gpt
Yesenia studies the flickering light irritably. She's pointed it out before to the apartment management - how dark it is, how unsafe.

Not unsafe for her, of course. (Not that management knows that.) But what about every other young woman living here?
human
You look around
gpt
During the day, the hallway's cool shadows provide relief from the California sun. But at night, it's simply dark, because the scattered wall sconces aren't close enough or bright enough to provide decent illumination.

Yesenia is standing in front of her own front door. It's open.

Yesenia's flowered suitcase is parked beside her apartment door.
human
Go north
gpt
Yesenia glances down the hall, but she can't leave now. What if Camilla's in trouble?
human
You go to the east
gpt
Yesenia starts to cross the threshold when an all-too-familiar voice within says, "Welcome home."

"Chris," Yesenia says. Ice forms in her gut, but her skin prickles with heat. "What are you doing here?" She bites back her next words - What have you done to Camilla?

"Welcome home, Yesenia," the other woman says. "Or should I say..."

"No," Yesenia says sharply, "you shouldn't." And she steps through the door.
human
%
gpt
Yesenia hefts her suitcase down from the bus. It's about three minutes from the bus stop to her apartment, and she takes the distance briskly, stopping only once to shove windblown hair out of her eyes.

There's an easy cut across the grass, but Yesenia takes the sidewalk instead, with the suitcase rollling along behind her. She rounds the corner of the building and starts up the front walk.

A wide concrete walkway leads around the three-story building and up to the front door, flanked by ground lights on both sides, which shine in response to the setting sun. On the right, regimentally spaced palm trees provide an illusion of privacy for the west-facing windows. On the left, there's a parking lot for the apartment, but since the divider is all of six inches wide, the parked cars in the first row rest their noses against the walkway.

Yesenia parks her suitcase beside the building's front door.

There's a bank of resident mailboxes set into the outer wall, just to the right of the front door. The doorbells are on the other side.
human
About yourself
gpt
Yesenia's sweaty and tired, and the wind made a mess of her hair. But it doesn't matter, because  only Camilla should see her before she can freshen up.
human
You look at what you're carrying with you
gpt
Right now, Yesenia is more concerned with what she doesn't
have. What she doesn't have is her purse, which is in the restaurant office.

It'll take a full hour to get back to the restaurant by bus, but Camilla can drive her there in 15 minutes, if the traffic on 101 isn't too bad. She just has to get inside and let Camilla know.
human
You look at the mailboxes
gpt
Yesenia glances at the mailbox for apartment #32. As expected, the mailbox is crammed with mail.

Camilla isn't very good about checking the mailbox, so Yesenia's absence always leads to crumpled mail.
human
You read the mail
gpt
Yesenia glances at the mailbox for apartment #32. As expected, the mailbox is crammed with mail.
human
You open the mailbox
gpt
The mailbox is locked. Yesenia will have to unlock it first.
human
Inventory
gpt
Right now, Yesenia is more concerned with what she doesn't
have. What she doesn't have is her purse, which is in the restaurant office.
human
Unlock mailbox
gpt
Yesenia reaches automatically for her mailbox key, but of course she doesn't have her keys. Because she doesn't have her purse. Because it's in the restaurant.

But... she pauses to consider the angles of the sun. There's still sunlight touching the mailbox, which means she could open it with sufficient focus. And it wouldn't be the first time she's
opened the mailbox without a key.
human
You focus on the mailbox
gpt
Shielded from sight by the building and a palm tree, Yesenia stretches her awareness to the setting sun. The orange light warms her, just as it warms the mailbox.

The sun has power over the mailbox; its heat can make the metal expand. Its absence can make the metal shrink. And she has
power over....

Yesenia focuses. The tumblers click into the unlocked position, and she pulls it open.
human
You open the mailbox
gpt
That's already open.
human
You get all from the mailbox
gpt
Yesenia pulls the mail out of her mailbox. Among the advertisements and junk mail (promptly discarded into a convenient recycling bin), she discovers three white envelopes.
human
You look at the mail
gpt
Which do you mean, her mailbox, the third envelope, the second envelope, or the first envelope?
human
You examine the first envelope
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara three days ago.
human
You examine the second envelope
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara two days ago.
human
You examine the third envelope
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara one day ago.
human
You open the first envelope
gpt
Yesenia rips open the first envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You read the letter
gpt
(the first letter)
Yesenia unfolds the first letter.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

We need to talk. Call me -

and a number that Yesenia doesn't recognize. There's a 305 area code, though, and that's the Miami area.
human
You open the second envelope
gpt
Yesenia rips open the second envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You read the second letter
gpt
(the second letter)
Yesenia unfolds the second letter.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

I'm trying to help you. You don't have to hide from me.
human
You open the third envelope
gpt
Yesenia rips open the third envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You read the third letter
gpt
(the third letter)
As Yesenia unfolds the letter, a playing card falls to the ground.

At the sight of it, Yesenia's stomach clenches, and goose bumps prickle across her shoulders.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

Call me, or I'm coming to see you.
human
You examine the playing card
gpt
Yesenia picks up the playing card.

It's a standard playing card: paper coated with plastic, with a blue design on the back.

Yesenia turns it over. As she expected, it's the Jack of Spades - which means the Jack of Shadows.

Chris, she thinks, and glances around apprehensively. Is
Chris already here? She always drives, because she hates the bus.... ....
human
You focus on the playing card
gpt
While Yesenia could focus on the playing card, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.
human
You focus on the first letter
gpt
(the first letter)
While Yesenia could focus on the first letter, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.
human
You focus on the suitcase
gpt
Yesenia could focus on the suitcase - but there's no good reason to do so. Considering the contents of her suitcase, she's not about to unpack in the middle of the walkway.
human
You focus on yourself
gpt
While Yesenia could focus on herself, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.
human
Look around
gpt
A wide concrete walkway leads around the three-story building and up to the front door, flanked by ground lights on both sides, which shine in response to the setting sun. On the right, regimentally spaced palm trees provide an illusion of privacy for the west-facing windows. On the left, there's a parking lot for the apartment, but since the divider is all of six inches wide, the parked cars in the first row rest their noses against the walkway.

Yesenia's flowered suitcase is parked beside the building's front door.

There's a bank of resident mailboxes set into the outer wall, just to the right of the front door. The doorbells are on the other side.
human
You look at the palm
gpt
They're very picturesque. They appear on all the apartment's brochures.
human
You look at the windows
gpt
From here, the apartments are just so many closed windows.
human
You look at the doorbells
gpt
It's a standard apartment doorbell panel. Pushing a doorbell will alert whoever's in the apartment.
human
You think
gpt
What a good idea.
human
You focus the palm
gpt
While Yesenia could focus on the palm tree, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.
human
Look around
gpt
A wide concrete walkway leads around the three-story building and up to the front door, flanked by ground lights on both sides, which shine in response to the setting sun. On the right, regimentally spaced palm trees provide an illusion of privacy for the west-facing windows. On the left, there's a parking lot for the apartment, but since the divider is all of six inches wide, the parked cars in the first row rest their noses against the walkway.

Yesenia's flowered suitcase is parked beside the building's front door.

There's a bank of resident mailboxes set into the outer wall, just to the right of the front door. The doorbells are on the other side.
human
You enter it
gpt
The front door has been propped open with a rock, but there's no one in sight. Yesenia kicks it out of the way - why doesn't anyone understand security around here? - and swings her suitcase into the familiar darkness of her apartment building. Two flights of stairs later, she reaches the door to her apartment.

Tradewinds Apartments - Hallway
During the day, the hallway's cool shadows provide relief from the California sun. But at night, it's simply dark, because the scattered wall sconces aren't close enough or bright enough to provide decent illumination. Still, this is home, and there's nothing more welcome to Yesenia right now than the sight of her own front door.

There's a folded note taped to the door. Yesenia frowns at it.
human
You focus on the sconce
gpt
Yesenia can only focus the sun when she has access to direct sunlight.
human
You check your inventory
gpt
Yesenia is carrying:
a playing card
a third letter
a second letter
a first letter
a third envelope (open but empty)
a second envelope (open but empty)
a first envelope (open but empty)
human
You go inside
gpt
Yesenia reaches out to try the door, and the knob turns easily. Unease coils in her belly, and a familiar prickling runs down her arms.

She pushes the door open.
human
You enter door
gpt
She's about to cross the threshold when an all-too-familiar voice within says, "Welcome home."

"Chris," Yesenia says. Ice forms in her gut, but her skin prickles with heat. "What are you doing here?" She bites back her next words - What have you done to Camilla?

"Welcome home, Yesenia," the other woman says. "Or should I say..."

"No," Yesenia says sharply, "you shouldn't." And she steps through the door.
human
You examine the playing card
gpt
It's the Jack of Spades. Chris's calling card.
human
Go west
gpt
Yesenia glances down the hall, but she can't leave now. What if Camilla's in trouble?
human
You look at first letter
gpt
(the first letter)
It's typed in simple serif letters.

We need to talk. Call me -

and a number that Yesenia doesn't recognize. There's a 305 area code, though, and that's the Miami area.
human
Shout
gpt
What do you want to shout?
human
You shout chris
gpt
(to herself)
(To speak with someone, use the command TALK TO.)
human
Look around
gpt
During the day, the hallway's cool shadows provide relief from the California sun. But at night, it's simply dark, because the scattered wall sconces aren't close enough or bright enough to provide decent illumination.

Yesenia's flowered suitcase is parked beside her apartment door.

Yesenia is standing in front of her own front door. It's open.
human
You look in the window
gpt
The apartment windows are too far away for that.
human
You look at the suitcase
gpt
It's a large blue suitcase patterned with pink and white flowers. It's new, durable, and easy to spot at the airport.
human
You examine the door
gpt
Someone has propped open the front door with a triangular rock.

Yesenia feels a familiar flare of annoyance, but it's a relief this one time, since her keys are in her purse and her purse is at the restaurant.
human
You look at the rock
gpt
Someone has propped open the front door with a triangular rock. A few scratch marks show it's not the first time.
human
You open the mailbox
gpt
The mailbox is locked. Yesenia will have to unlock it first.
human
You examine the sun
gpt
Yesenia gazes for a moment into the setting sun. It doesn't hurt her eyes. It never has.
human
You look in the mailbox
gpt
In her mailbox are some crumpled letters.
human
You take the letters
gpt
Yesenia pulls the mail out of her mailbox. Among the advertisements and junk mail (promptly discarded into a convenient recycling bin), she discovers three white envelopes.
human
You open first
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara three days ago.

Yesenia rips open the first envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You open second
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara two days ago.

Yesenia rips open the second envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You read second
gpt
(the second letter)
Yesenia unfolds the second letter.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

I'm trying to help you. You don't have to hide from me.
human
You open third
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara one day ago.

Yesenia rips open the third envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You read third
gpt
(the third letter)
As Yesenia unfolds the letter, a playing card falls to the ground.

At the sight of it, Yesenia's stomach clenches, and goose bumps prickle across her shoulders.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

Call me, or I'm coming to see you.
human
You take the card
gpt
Yesenia picks up the playing card.
human
You examine it
gpt
It's a standard playing card: paper coated with plastic, with a blue design on the back.

Yesenia turns it over. As she expected, it's the Jack of Spades - which means the Jack of Shadows.

Chris, she thinks, and glances around apprehensively. Is
Chris already here? She always drives, because she hates the bus.... ....
human
You look at the lot
gpt
Yesenia scans the parking lot again, taking her time. She doesn't know what Chris is driving these days, but she knows it'll be a cut above the norm.

And it is - a sleek, matte black car with a T-shaped logo on its nose, sitting three cars down and barely a centimeter off the walkway. The large black crystals hanging off the rearview mirror seal her suspicions.
human
You look at the crystals
gpt
The sun's failing light glimmers through the large black crystals.
human
Focus crystals
gpt
Yesenia considers the black crystals. The sun is touching them, and she's in the sunlight, but... what could she do with them, except damage the car? There are easier ways to damage the car.
human
You focus on the car
gpt
(the sleek black car)
While Yesenia could focus on the sleek black car, that would be... indiscreet. And she strives for discretion these days.
human
Unlock car
gpt
(the sleek black car)
Even if Yesenia could get inside (and she's not sure she can), what could she do with it? Hotwiring was never her specialty, and she's getting an unsettling high-tech vibe off the car that suggests hotwiring wouldn't be enough.
human
You take the crystals
gpt
The crystals are hanging from the rearview mirror, and the rearview mirror is inside the car.
human
You look in the car
gpt
(the sleek black car)
Yesenia can't see inside, since the sleek black car is closed.
human
You look under the car
gpt
(the sleek black car)
Yesenia finds nothing of interest.
human
You open the car with the card
gpt
(the sleek black car with the playing card)
That doesn't seem to fit the lock.
human
You touch the sun
gpt
It's a little far away for that.
human
You read the crystals
gpt
The sun's failing light glimmers through the large black crystals.
human
You look through the crystals
gpt
The crystals are hanging from the rearview mirror, and the rearview mirror is inside the car.
human
You open the car
gpt
(the sleek black car)
It seems to be locked.
human
Unlock car
gpt
(the sleek black car)
Even if Yesenia could get inside (and she's not sure she can), what could she do with it? Hotwiring was never her specialty, and she's getting an unsettling high-tech vibe off the car that suggests hotwiring wouldn't be enough.
human
You examine the lot
gpt
Yesenia stares grimly at the sleek black car. If anything, Chris loves her cars even more than Camilla does, and she certainly keeps them in better condition.
human
You climb tree
gpt
Not only would that be indiscreet, but it might damage the trees.
human
Rub card
gpt
Yesenia rubs the playing card.
human
You hit the car
gpt
(the sleek black car)
Yesenia takes a deep, centering breath and then slams her foot into the black car's front bumper. She's reserving her strength; after all, there's no need to punt it across the parking lot, and there would be awkward questions if she did.

The car launches an strenuous protest, flashing its lights wildly, shrilling an alarm, and honking its horn - not polite little beeps, but bewildered, angry blares. If Chris is anywhere around, that should get her attention.
human
Wait
gpt
Time passes.

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
Wait
gpt
Time passes.

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.

There's a sudden clatter from the apartment building, and then Chris explodes from within.

Chris is tall and well-coiffed, as always, but her brown eyes are wide with rage, and if she has a perfect manicure today, it's concealed by her clenched fists. "What the hell are you doing? What the
hell are you doing to my car?"

"Getting your attention," Yesenia says. "It seems to have worked."

(To speak with Chris, TALK TO CHRIS.)
human
You talk to Chris
gpt
Yesenia says, "What are you doing here?"

Chris says, "You don't belong here. I came to bring you back."

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
You talk to Chris
gpt
Yesenia says, "You're not welcome, Chris. It's time for you to go."

Chris shakes her head. "Jack. Call me who I am, and remember who you are."

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
You talk to Chris
gpt
Yesenia says, "Sending creepy letters is not the way to open a conversation. Especially when I've been gone for a week."

Chris says in a reasonable tone, "Well, I didn't know you were gone."

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
Keep going
gpt
Yesenia says, "You need to leave. Now."

Instead of answering, Chris glances west to the setting sun. It's so familiar a gesture that it makes Yesenia's heart ache, and for a second she even forgets what it means. But Chris is the Jack of Shadows....

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
You continue
gpt
Yesenia says, "I gave enough of my life away. I'm done."

Chris says, "You can't ever be done. That's what it means, to be what we are."

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
Keep going
gpt
Yesenia says, "The eastern seaboard got by for some two hundred years without me. It can do it again."

Chris says, "Those were more innocent times. You can't turn your back on responsibility."

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
You continue
gpt
Yesenia says, "If you did something to Camilla, you will regret it. I mean that more than I have ever meant anything."

Chris says, "So that's her name." She smiles faintly. "Pretty."

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.
human
Continue
gpt
The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.

The setting sun slips beneath the trees, and both women are immersed in the shadows stretching across the parking lot.

Chris says, "I'm sorry it had to be this way," and she thrusts a hand toward Yesenia.

Yesenia dodges down the walkway, but she's too slow. The air itself catches her in a vice grip, and she's dragged across the concrete to fall at Chris's feet.
human
Continue
gpt
Yesenia opens her mouth to snarl defiance, but Chris tightens her invisible grip, and Yesenia's words abate into coughing and the struggle to breathe.

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.

Chris turns to stare at the damage to her front bumper. "That really wasn't necessary," she says.
human
Continue
gpt
Yesenia opens her mouth to snarl defiance, but Chris tightens her invisible grip, and Yesenia's words abate into coughing and the struggle to breathe.

The sleek black car flashes its lights, honks its horn, and shrills for help.

The sound of conversation drifts up the walk, and Chris spins to look. No one's in view yet, but someone's clearly coming.

"We can't stay out here," she mutters, and the grip of air pulls Yesenia upright like a doll. "In we go."

As an afterthought, Chris grabs Yesenia's suitcase on her way into the building.

Tradewinds has always been Yesenia's refuge from the tourist-laden town. Yesenia likes how her neighbors don't trade rumors, or complain about odd noises, or speculate about Camilla's actual profession. But right now, a little more nosiness would be nice, because there's no one in the lobby and no one in the hallway.

Yesenia seethes as Chris hauls her into the elevator, and she continues to seethe as Chris hauls her out again on the third floor.

During the day, the hallway's cool shadows provide relief from the California sun. But at night, it's simply dark, because the scattered wall sconces aren't close enough or bright enough to provide decent illumination. It couldn't be a better environment for the Jack of Shadows if someone had planned it that way. Even by day, Chris's power would wax in a place like this, and Yesenia tastes despair at the thought.

The door of Yesenia's apartment stands wide open. There's a folded note taped to it.

Yesenia can also see Chris here.
human
You wait
gpt
Yesenia hangs limply in Chris's grip. There's nothing to do but wait.

Chris drags Yesenia across the threshold of her own apartment.
human
You take the mail
gpt
(the crumpled letters)
Yesenia pulls the mail out of her mailbox. Among the advertisements and junk mail (promptly discarded into a convenient recycling bin), she discovers three white envelopes.
human
You examine the first envelope
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara three days ago.
human
You examine the second envelope
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara two days ago.
human
You read it
gpt
According to the postmark, this envelope was mailed from Santa Barbara three days ago.

In the first envelope is a first letter.
human
You read the letter
gpt
(the first letter)
Yesenia unfolds the first letter.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

We need to talk. Call me -

and a number that Yesenia doesn't recognize. There's a 305 area code, though, and that's the Miami area.
human
You open the second envelope
gpt
Yesenia rips open the second envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You read the letter
gpt
(the first letter)
It's typed in simple serif letters.

We need to talk. Call me -

and a number that Yesenia doesn't recognize. There's a 305 area code, though, and that's the Miami area.
human
You read the second letter
gpt
(the second letter)
Yesenia unfolds the second letter.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

I'm trying to help you. You don't have to hide from me.
human
You open the third envelope
gpt
Yesenia rips open the third envelope, revealing a letter.
human
You read the third letter
gpt
(the third letter)
As Yesenia unfolds the letter, a playing card falls to the ground.

At the sight of it, Yesenia's stomach clenches, and goose bumps prickle across her shoulders.

It's typed in simple serif letters.

Call me, or I'm coming to see you.
human
You examine the cars
gpt
Yesenia briefly scans the cars with an uninterested eye. She notes Camilla's battered white coupe parked two rows back.
human
You examine the camilla's coupe
gpt
Camilla's car is fairly new - a 2014 Subaru - but it looks like it's been through a minor war. It always puzzles Yesenia how Camilla can love driving so much, yet be so unwilling to go to the body shop.
human
You hit Chris
gpt
Yesenia steps into Chris and reaches out to throw the other woman. Chris dodges sideways.

Chris says, "Can't we talk about this?"
human
You focus on Chris
gpt
Yesenia reaches her mind toward the sun. It's setting rapidly, but there's still enough light... and she seizes that light and focuses upon Chris. She doesn't want to hurt her - but she closes her power all around her. There's just enough vibration leaking through for Chris to know what's happening.

Chris freezes immediately. "Think about what you're doing," she says in a tight voice.

"I thought about it," Yesenia says. "And I want you to go away. And leave me alone. Now." She waits a few breaths longer, to make
sure Chris gets the point, and then releases the power.

Chris glares at her, but then she goes to the car. A door handle extrudes as Chris reaches for it, and she gets inside the car.

Yesenia watches the sleek black car back up, and she watches it leave the parking lot, and she keeps watching until it vanishes down the road.
human
You go inside
gpt
The front door has been propped open with a rock, but there's no one in sight. Yesenia kicks it out of the way - why doesn't anyone understand security around here? - and swings her suitcase into the familiar darkness of her apartment building. Two flights of stairs later, she reaches the door to her apartment.

Tradewinds Apartments - Hallway
During the day, the hallway's cool shadows provide relief from the California sun. But at night, it's simply dark, because the scattered wall sconces aren't close enough or bright enough to provide decent illumination. It couldn't be a better environment for the Jack of Shadows if someone had planned it that way. Yesenia never realized that before, and she feels sick at the idea.

The door of Yesenia's apartment stands wide open. There's a folded note taped to it.
human
Enter
gpt
There's a muffled sound from within the apartment, and Yesenia calls Camilla's name as she crosses the threshold at speed.