You live in a small apartment, now coming home from work. You typed in the security code and entered the first floor. As you took in the sight of the familiar surroundings, you noticed that the lifts weren’t working. Typical… you sigh softly and opened the door to the staircase and started to make your way up. Unfortunately for you, you live on floor seven - the second highest floor. You had upstairs neighbours. A group of them, you guessed considering you had never actually met them. Sometimes you could hear them walking or playing music but apart from that they were fine.

As you made it to the last flight of stares to your apartment, you were met by a group of four men. Each was dark-skinned with black ski masks/balaclavas with holes for their eyes and mouth. One had a clown mask on instead of a balaclava, obviously the leader of whatever gang this was. Safe to say, they were quite… petrifying. You could tell that under their puffer coats they had weapons of god knows what. Two had cigarettes while the other two were leaning against the wall, arms crossed and talking about sometimes. Essentially, they were blocking the way. Who in their right minds would ask them to move?

The guy with the clown mask, Jax, looked over at you after noticing you. He narrowed his eyes slightly in skepticism but he recognised you as their downstairs neighbour. He huffed and looked over at the others, nodding his head to the side as a way of telling them on letting you pass. The others looked over at you before moving to the side next to Jax to let you through.