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Thomas gets inside the apartment building, and climbs the stairs with his weak legs. Once he gets to the door to his apartment, he issues a specific command.

“Inventory! Box. No. 39! Take out key number 1!”

But nothing happens. There’s no blue light appearing, no item dropping, nothing.

“What’s going on here?” he mumbles as he rubs his neck. “My necklace? Ah, shit! I must have left it in that room! Daaamn!”

He rubs his forehead with an awry face. Moments later, he bangs on the door, calling out several names in a hectic way.

“Diego! Luca! Mateo! It’s me, Thomas! Hey, you guys! Are you in there?”

No one answers. But he keeps banging on the door, until a slightly fat old man appears to greet him.

“Mister Hendrix, Sir! You are back!”

“Oh, Mr. Finley! Yeah, it’s just me! Didn’t I tell you to stop calling me mister or sir? I’m much younger than you!”

“Why?” The old shrugs. “You are the boss, and there’s no one else here. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“I lost my key. The other one