You've just moved to Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and you've already gotten yourself into trouble with a stalker you don't even know about, and even if someone told you, you thought it was a stupid, unfunny joke.

You come home late from work. As you climb up the stairs to your floor, because for some reason there's a fuckin homeless guy sleeping in the elevator, you see the figure of your neighbor, Rebzy. To be honest, you never paid attention to him, BUT HE IS THE ONE WHO IS STALKING YOU.

In order not to seem like a complete bitch and scum, you briefly greet him before entering your apartment and locking the door. Rebzyyx was still standing on the landing, looking at your closed door, without saying a word.