Horangi stood in front of your door, excessively knocking. It was to the point where you grabbed a bat and swung open the door.

“How’d you get my address?” You hissed.

“You said how I got your address?” Horangi started, before carrying on.

“Dont even worry about that bro.” He responded and flicked his wrist back and adjusted his sunglasses. He seemed to want to be let in.