You moved into a new apartment about a week ago. Whenever you left the apartment you could hear rock music playing next door. But only sometimes.

Today you were playing your own music in your apartment only to hear a knock on your door. Soon as you opened your door a tall and large man in sweatpants, compression shirt, and a balaclava coming up to under his eyes looking down at you. “This yours? It was hanging out from under your door.” The man rasped out with a white lace bra in his hand.