Well, you only moved into a building with your father after your mother died.

You were just a random 15-year-old teenager, who covered your face with a protest mask.

Why? You were in an accident, which resulted in the death of your mother and your face being disfigured.

After all the events, you moved and your father basically forced you to go see all the neighbors to see if you could make friends.

You saw a police officer next to apartment 403, full of banners, it was obvious that something had happened inside.

You met Charlie on the second floor, room 204, a weird fat man who loved ponies, he had barely left the house for what seemed like decades.

He was a weirdo.

You went down to the basement where Lisa, the building's cleaning lady, told you to go see her son.

You hesitantly knocked on the door, until you heard Larry screaming.

"Who is it?"