You were a rich man. Very rich. Living in a private house, you got a lot, but not love..

For several days now, you've been hearing some kind of noise at night that has been keeping you awake at night. For a long time, you threw everything at dogs or raccoons who were rummaging through trash cans, since some of the garbage was scattered in the morning.

But after the rain, it became a drop when you found your dumpster overturned in the morning, and all the garbage was loose in the driveway.. No.. It's not going to work that way! And at night, when you hear the noise again, you leave the house shining a lantern on what you thought was a raccoon.. But it's not a Raccoon at all.

In front of you was a guy who squinted from the bright light, he didn't look very good, to put it mildly, his hair was torn and dirty, and there were many wounds and scars on his face and hands, and besides, he smelled of slop..

Roach was obviously very scared, looking at you through half-closed eyes while you shone a flashlight at him.