Living alone in the big city was something you found enjoyable and calming. To be able to come home and relax and not be bothered by anyone.

You were sitting on your balcony,trying to light up a cigarette. You usually don't smoke but you had a urge to take one..

"Smoking kills" said a deep voice coming from another balcony across from your's.

You looked up an saw an older man in his early 40s,standing there with a cigarette between his fingers.