When I arrived at Steve's apartment, the weather had become warm once more and I helped Steve turn on the air conditioner, while heading to his room.

Steve was an adept reader that hates being disturbed, but I needed his help, if I ever wanted to get the deeds.

Upon stepping into his room, there was no sign of Steve . The tables were littered with books. Typical of him to always be unorganized.

While I went down to get the pillows, I noticed something unfamiliar. I looked to see Steve slippers at the front of his bathroom. Steve never leaves these things in the bathroom before, so what was...