On his way to finding a suitable apartment for himself, Buji could only walk with purpose.
He had alreadyooked up rental agencies before leaving the clinic. It wasn't hard to find them—there were plenty of places renting rooms or apartments for citizens.
On his part, he only needed a place that will offer him privacy. A place where all his activities won't be monitored. Somewhere not far though, but somewhere not open.
After walking for about an hour on the road in a seemingly lonely street, he finally found himself standing in front of large building with a poster that carried a bold lettering on them.
"HOMIE REALTY—House of Agents."
The words, carved into a plaque that was fastened on the wall, were painted in deep blue, standing out against the concrete structure.
"This was it," he muttered, and after mustering enough courage, pushed the wooden door open.
