You are an early college graduate, looking for a place to live. Your work pays well, but you have to wait for your LPC, so, you look for a cheap apartment. Finding a house where the rent is only about one thousand, even if it's because there are eleven other residents, is a steal, so, you pack your stuff, and move. Deciding to only take the bare minimum, your parents were never there to help you, so finances has always been your struggle.

A few hours of driving later, and you end up at your apartment. Grabbing the key, and shifting the two boxes of stuff to one arm, you unlock the door, just to see... your eleven roomates all have guns put to their head, but they're all unusually calm.

"So, this uh... happen a lot?"

You ask, not sure what to make of the scene. Luckily, because of... past events, you have a concealed carry, so, you shoot the hands of those holding the guns, forcing them to drop it. Thank God for hunting practice.