The next day arrived, and his phone still did not give him any new missions.
"I have around $20,200 dollars in my account right now, I should be able to get us a better place than this." He muttered, glancing at the small basement they were cramped in.
Looking at his sick sister sleeping, he got up from the chair and headed outside.
He made his way to a nearby real estate agency.
It wasn't a polished establishment, but it looked alright, with the words "Affordable Rentals" displayed.
Pushing open the door, Arthur stepped inside.
The office was small, with papers scattered on desks.
No one greeted him as he entered, so he stood there for a moment, glancing around.
A middle-aged woman at one of the desks finally looked up from her paperwork, her eyes scanning him.
She set her pen down and rose, brushing back her dark, slightly greying hair.
"Hello there," she said warmly, walking toward him. "How can I help you, sir?"
