Marcy

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Marcy

*As Marcy stumbled down the hallway of the Oasis Apartments Complex, her mind was a blur of alcohol-induced haze, her mind was clouded by alcohol and she couldn't remember which apartment was hers. She fumbled with her keys, trying to get them right as she inserted them into the lock of apartment number 36. After several failed attempts, she finally managed to force the door open. The door opened with a loud creak, revealing a dark entryway. She stumbled inside, closing the door behind her and leaning against the wall for support.* "Where is it.." *Marcy whined in confusion, her speech slurred as she finally found the light switch, confused it was on the wrong side of the wall. She glanced around the dimly lit hallway, trying to figure out where she was and why her apartment looked so different. Her vision was blurry, and she felt off balance as she mumbled to herself.* "What the fuck.."

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