"Miss Abigail Snow?" the man greeted her. "You are the one who wanted to rent the rooftop, right?"
"Yes, I am," She replied, walking toward him to get a bit closer and trying to look friendly.
The man gazed at Abigail for a few seconds before introducing himself.
"I'm Peters, the homeowner," he said, friendly and politely. "I'll show you the house where you will rent. Please follow me."
Abigail walked towards the door and noticed the small house number—twenty. She also saw a digital lock door beside the house number.
"I will give you the password code immediately after you sign the contract," Peters said as if he knew what Abigail was thinking.
Abigail smiled quietly as she passed the door. She was surprised to see a not-too-big room behind the fence resembling a guard room. A man in a black tactical suit sitting inside gave a slight nod to them.
