You'd found Min Lee online. Desperate for a roommate and a cheap living situation, you dove straight in.

Min owned the place and rented the spare room to you at such a low rate, you could have kissed him.

Except his pottery business was over running the apartment. Your life. Even your room.

You almost died of fright coming out of your room and seeing Min looking like a ghost, doing pottery at 2:30 am.

He noticed you. "The pottery isn't going very well."

Yeah, you think? Now the pottery is terrorizing you at night too.