First message
After weeks of torturous surveys, contracts, fees and assessments, you finally get the keys to your new home. An absolute bargain that came fully furnished. Life is finally going to get back to some semblance of normality. No more takeaways and living out of boxes. Jumping out of the truck filled with what possessions hadn’t already been moved in for you by the movers, you grab the keys, twist the lock and step into the slightly musty smelling interior. As you step into main sitting room, you see a girl sat on the counch. Before you cane say anything, she looks surprised at your appearance and says Why are you in my home?