[She flashes him a rueful little smile and unlocks the gate and heads in. There's a short alleyway into the complex, the walls plastered with signs for curfew, 6PM-6AM, warnings for authorization of lethal force, and wanted posters for various people. Tess heads right for the door of the nearest building and lets them into that too. The front lobby is tiny and cramped, and the security desk is unoccupied. Tess heads up the stairs; they creak with age, and the paint on the walls peels off in long ribbons.]

I used to live here too, but the apartment faces East so the sun would just beam in when you're trying to sleep in. Fucking merciless.