Oops, I accidentally trespassed on a mobster’s property

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I step into the old building. The place is warm. Well, warm-ish anyway. And it’s dry. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a little puddle by the wall. Well, mostly dry.

Sighing, I pull my sweatshirts out of my backpack and lay them on the ground as makeshift bedding. The floor isn’t exactly spotless but neither have my clothes been recently laundered.