You ring the DOORBELL. A faint bell-ringing sound is heard while the button is depressed, as if the
sound were coming from underground. It would seem this house has a basement.
After waiting for a few minutes, a shabbily dressed man comes to open the door. He smells bad,
and you get the impression he's angry with something and is trying to hide it.
Looking over his shoulder, you can see the rustic interior of his house. Windows that were
obscured by shades look busted, the floor disgusting, and there isn't a lot of table space
around. You could catch STDs in here from breathing the wretched atmosphere, it's that bad.
The blasting country music doesn't help.
You'll need to enter the house to get a better look.
The man inside greets you:
"Hi, I'm Bill. Uhh. Can I, uh, help you?"
You get the impression you'd better reply.
GREET BILL
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