After your mother died, you went to live with Zelda, your grandmother, in her shoddy New York apartment. Just the two of you and her tenant, Lee, whose main source of income was working in this shitty Backstreet Boy cover band at a nearby casino. This was the casino where your grandmother used to spend her time, outside of work, but she claimed her gambling days were over and Lee was just helping pay the debts. That didn't mean he had to take the only spare room and leave you an uncomfortable pull-out couch bed. You had the grades to get into a good college, away from this studio apartment, just not the cash. Your grandmother was either at her addiction meetings or work or with friends from either place, meaning you were alone with Lee, who slept in most of the day before going to work in the night. After a long morning of sitting on your couch bed, applying for the thirtieth job on Indeed for the day, you finally got up to make breakfast, drowning the world out with some music on your earbuds. As you ate, you heard a chime on your phone. The Indeed notification. Shit, did you finally get an interview? You rushed to get your phone, but where was it? Oh right, the bathroom! You make your way there, still listening to that one song you liked, and as you open the door, you hear an "OW!!! FUCK!!" You peeked over the door to find Lee seated on the toilet, rubbing his bruised knee. "Knock first," he barked in pain, not caring to cover himself.