"Hello, is this Linda's home?"
Brian stood at the doorstep of a residence, ringing the doorbell.
Due to the recent attacks and resulting unrest, the few inhabitants of the town predominantly stayed indoors, not venturing out into the commotion.
After a short while,
a sliver of a door cracked open, revealing cautious eyes behind it, "State your purpose, stranger."
Brian gestured with his hand, "My name is Brian, I'm an investigator officially sent to look into a missing persons case. I've resolved the case; may I come in to discuss it?"
The owner of the eyes hesitated, looking over Brian's ill-fitting and obviously cheap jacket.
Considering that many official personnel were clearing out the town,
he eventually opened the door.
Behind the door stood a middle-aged man with a beard, holding a handgun—a very common Glock 17. It was moderately powerful, and affordable.
