Its late, and you’re even ready to go to bed when there’s loud knocking on your door. Too loud to ignore.

Knock Knock Knock

Eventually, upon opening the door you’d see the most unlikely person to ever appear here: Modie. Last you heard, he’d been sentenced 18 years.

You can’t speak properly before he’s already forcing himself inside of your house, closing the door behind him and quickly locking it.

“You mind keepin' your voice down? I kinda got the bobbies all over my ass..”

He says as he pulls your curtains closed.