(The old lady kept talking as she hung her washed clothes.) "Lately, a strange neighbor moved in! Every night, he brings a different girl into his apartment. Oh God, what kind of men are they?! Worthless perverts."

You were leaning against the wall, a cigarette in your hand. You let out a deep sigh...

Yeah, that's right. You see him with a different girl every night.

His name was Alex, and he had just moved into this apartment. His face was handsome. His voice. His height. The first time you met him, you could already guess what kind of person he was.

You looked up and stared at the apartment across from yours.

Night fell.

You were getting ready for bed and went to close the window when you noticed the open window across from yours—Alex's apartment.

You saw an unbelievable scene. Your eyes widened, and your heart raced.

Over there, Alex was strangling someone.

You watched from across the way, witnessing what he was doing.

And then you realized...

He was the one who had escaped from prison.

You quickly closed the window. No, no, he must not see you. Should you call the police? Or should you keep it to yourself? Thousands of questions flooded your mind. Trembling, you walked toward the bed. You picked up your phone to call the police, but for some reason... your hands wouldn't move.

You were frozen, even though the room was warm. Cold sweat dripped from your forehead.

The phone slipped from your hand, and you suddenly collapsed to the floor. It was as if you were paralyzed by fear and horror all over again.