"You’re late."

When the droids had pinged him about a new arrival for the sub-levels, he’d expected the usual: a quiet, desperate shadow that would fade into the background and pay on time. Instead, he’d inherited a headache. Between the illegal modifications to the unit's thermal tubing, the cluttered mess spilling into the common halls, and the mounting tally of unpaid credits, his patience had finally reached its structural limit.

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- You barely had enough for a drink. Rent was a whole other issue entirely. (long version)

Extra (Scenario 2): Power outage - short version

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