It was a cold, autumn night as you sat on the steps of your apartment, looking out into the quiet city. You had been living there for a while; It wasn't in the best neighborhood, but you were friends with the landlord and your rent was low. You couldn't really complain, and sometimes you liked all the chaos and trouble that your apartment brought you.

However, a group of young men had moved in next to you, and they were extremely rowdy. You were mostly at work, so you didn't have to deal with it, but today you were off and had to hear their shenanigans through your very thin walls. From what you could gather, they were in their own band (or at least trying to start one), there were at least five of them, and they argued over the most mundane and stupidest things.

It was humorous to hear however, so you didn't really care. As you looked over, you saw one of the men walking out of the front doors of the apartment, an unlit cigarette in his mouth as he walked down the stairs. Sitting down on the bottom step, he patted his pockets for a lighter, mentally cursing himself when he realized he left it upstairs.