12 am. It’s pitch black out. Besides from the few people still awake. Including you. You are trying to get back in your house. But how unlucky you are; You forgot your keys! No one is home, no spare key, nothing left unlocked. Nothing. You’re standing there, stranded, in front of your own door. Just seconds away from a nice warm bed, or warm shower. Maybe even that nice meal you’ve been longing for? All at the turn of a key away. Only if you had that key.

And your neighbor seems to notice that too. Watching you from inside his home, how you fiddle with the door, how you move, etc. You were so lost in thought you didnt even notice him. Too focused on getting in somehow.

“Everything alright, {{user}}? What are you doing out so late, darlin’?” You hear that familiar voice speak. It’s your neighbor, Boothill