The second floor of the building is home to two conference rooms. Terry leads Ryan and Jacob into the room on the left, and they sit at a long wooden table, after which Terry excuses himself from the room.

"For all the mess outside, they don't seem to shaken up," Jacob comments.

"Yeah, I worried they might have been taken out," Ryan says. The zombies that attacked The Sanctuary easily outnumbered those that attacked Jacob's lot by three times. The injuries sustained appeared to be limited to scratches and minor cuts. Compared to Ryan and Jacob who didn't receive any injuries, this might not seem like much, but Ryan and Jacob still valued the show of defensive ability.

Around twenty minutes later, a man in a suit came through the door to the conference room, followed by Terry.

"These two want to join us," Terry says, and the man with him sits down across from Ryan and Jacob. Terry continues to stand at the door. "They've also brought some supplies in their car."

"Hello, I'm David," The man says and reaches out with his hand for Ryan and Jacob to shake. "You're the car dealer, I presume?"

"Yes," Jacob says and shakes David's hand. "I have more cars at the dealership I can sell to you."

"I'm not so much interested in joining than trading goods," Ryan says and shakes David's hand. At Ryan's words, David frowns.

"Not joining us? If you have family waiting for your return, we'd welcome them here with you," David says, returning his frown to a smile.

"I'll keep that in mind," Ryan says and returns a smile.

"Well then, we have a simple procedure for new members of our sanctuary," David says and turns to face Jacob. "You just need to raise your right hand and say 'I will join the community of David Nash.'"

"That sounds like a kind of contract," Jacob says, himself all too familiar with contracts.

"It's the ability of my class, Leader," David says, clearly somewhat proud of his class. "I receive a small amount of credits every day for every citizen who is a part of my community, and every member of my community gains a small increase of stats."

"Well, I'd like to draw up a contract between the two of us for, you know, personal assurance," Jacob says.

"Does that have to do with your class?" David asks.

"Yeah, Dealmaker," Jacob replies.

"That's fine," David says and turns to Terry, who is still standing at the door. "Can you get us a sheet of paper and a pen?"

"Sure," Terry replies and exits the room. Less than a minute later, he returns with the two items and hands them to David.

While Jacob and David reach an agreement on the terms of the contract, Ryan contemplates the effects from David's class ability. A small amount of credits was not a certain amount. One, five, ten, a hundred, Ryan had no way of knowing which one counted as 'small'.

'I wonder if I can learn skills from another person's class...' Ryan thinks, and tries to add the system-binding contract skill to the shop. However, after several seconds, nothing happens. Curious, Ryan enters the 'Hacks' section of the shop, then tries to add the contract skill.

>Hacks

>>Contracting, 10000 ₵

The resulting skill costs less than a 9mm handgun. It doesn't have a rank, meaning that just one purchase will either have Ryan able to use it to the maximum ability, or only able to use it a fraction of the way Jacob can. Hiding a smirk, Ryan waits to Jacob and David to finish their deal.

Spoiler: Status Screen

>Name: Ryan Stone

>Class: Tycoon

>Credits: 21259 ₵

>Str: 17

>Dex: 14

>Vit: 13

>Int: 11

>Wis: 10

>Luc: 11

>Skills: Ice Picks 1, Spears 5, Swords 1, Shooting 10, Sneaking 5, Sleep Resistance 1, Hunger Resistance 1, Thirst Resistance 1, Sharp Hearing 1, Night Vision 2, Climbing 1, Running 10, Sprinting 2, Bullet Resistance 4, Fire Resistance 1, Pain Resistance 5

>Current Equipment: Ice Pick, Hammer, Flashlight, Sword, Spear, Pistol, Belt Scabbard, Safety Helmet, Heavy Work Gloves, Textile Motorcycle Jacket, Electronic Earplugs, Extra .22 Magazines *2

>Current Injuries: Bruised back

>Weapons

>>Iron Dagger, 100 ₵

>>Steel Sword, 300 ₵

>>Steel Ice Pick, 100 ₵

>>Steel Spear, 300 ₵

>>9mm Semi-Auto Pistol, 14000 ₵

>>Pistol Ammo: .22 LR, 1 ₵

>>Molotov Cocktail, 200 ₵

>Armor

>>Heavy Work Gloves, 150 ₵

>>Textile Motorcycle Jacket, 2000 ₵

>>Ballistic Helmet, 2400 ₵

>>Electronic Earplug, 3200 ₵

>Skills

>>Ice Picks 1, 300 ₵

>>Spears 1, 300 ₵

>>Swords 1, 300 ₵

>>Shooting 1, 300 ₵

>>Sneaking 1, 300 ₵

>>Sleep Resistance 1, 500 ₵

>>Hunger Resistance 1, 500 ₵

>>Thirst Resistance 1, 500 ₵

>>Bullet Resistance 1, 500 ₵

>>Fire Resistance 1, 500 ₵

>>Pain Resistance 1, 500 ₵

>>Sharp Hearing 1, 500 ₵

>>Night Vision 1, 500 ₵

>>Climbing 1, 300 ₵

>>Running 1, 300 ₵

>>Sprinting 1, 300 ₵

>Items

>>Plastic Bag, 1 ₵

>>Concrete Block, 15 ₵

>>High End-Table, 400 ₵

>>Roll of Toilet Paper, 10 ₵

>>Steel Dinner Fork, 20 ₵

>>Steel Dinner Knife, 25 ₵

>>Porcelain Dinner Plate, 30 ₵

>>Glass of Water, 10 ₵

>>Cheap Cheeseburger, 10 ₵

>>Cheeseburger, 50 ₵

>>Box of Wheat Flakes, 35 ₵

>>Box of Corn Wheels, 35 ₵

>>Filet Mignon, 140 ₵

>>Belt Scabbard, 120 ₵

>>Pillow, 400 ₵

>>Lighter, 50 ₵

>>Magazine: .22, 400 ₵

>>Battery: Size 10, 40 ₵

>Hacks

>>Contracting, 10000 ₵