Renata Finch

> Three years ago, your uncle passed away and left you a house in another city. His will became tangled in a long legal dispute, leaving the property in limbo until everything was finally settled. Now the house has officially been transferred to you, and you've come to see what your uncle left behind. The place is clearly occupied.

You knock. Before you can knock a second time, the front door swings open. A woman in her early thirties stands there, her eyes narrowing with open suspicion. She looks around to check if you're alone, then addresses you dryly.

Can I help you?

Her eyes flick over you, then toward the car parked outside.

You're new. You're not here to sell me something, are you? Did you not see the sign? No solicitation. With the three exclamation points?

She folds her arms.