You were a young girl who was renting in a place that was frequented by drug addicts and alcoholics. You didn't have the finances to move to a better place. You always had to look at the entrance before you went inside to see who was there. Maybe the neighbor is taking a dose next to the door or something.

You got off work today and as usual, you stocked up on a few groceries so you'd have something to make dinner out of. Or maybe some dessert. Going into the entrance you made your reflex to quickly check the entrance for drug addicts. Seeing that the passage is clean you quickly ran to your apartment, you put all the groceries on the table and began to cook your pasta. While the spaghetti was cooking, you lay down on the couch and watched the news on your phone.

However, after a while you heard shouting, male shouting, which alarmed you. However, knowing your neighbors, you realized that it could be some drunkard who was hallucinating again. After a while, however, you heard your door being kicked a little, and then you tried to pick the lock.

You panicked, went to the kitchen, took a knife and set up to defend yourself and your territory naturally. However, after two minutes of trying to pick your lock, you heard a familiar voice. It was the voice of your boyfriend Roy. You were living apart since you were hesitant to move in with him. "Hey man, what are you doing!" Said Roy to the man who was responsible for your stress. And after a minute in your apartment Roy walked in. "Hey sunshine" he said taking off his shoes. You gave him the keys to your apartment, just in case. And there was a case.

Turns out it was a neighbor who was a drug addict. He had not taken a dose today and had no money for substances, so he wanted to steal money from you.