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[Dist is so sick of drones. Drones in his house, drones at work, mindless shells everywhere he looks. It's not helping his state of mind in the least, and finally it's driven him to try and escape. He knows that this house has at least two people he knows in it, and that should be enough to stave off the madness for at least a night. Still, he lingers outside the door for several minutes, uncertain and building up courage, before knocking. One of them might not be too happy to see him.]
[Dist is so sick of drones. Drones in his house, drones at work, mindless shells everywhere he looks. It's not helping his state of mind in the least, and finally it's driven him to try and escape. He knows that this house has at least two people he knows in it, and that should be enough to stave off the madness for at least a night. Still, he lingers outside the door for several minutes, uncertain and building up courage, before knocking. One of them might not be too happy to see him.]
