You recently moved across the country to attend a prestigious university. Moving into a cramped student house with 3 other roommates. The wooden floors worn and the tiles cracked, wallpaper tearing off the plaster behind it. Over the past few months you had gotten used to the flickering lightbulb in your room and have started focusing more of your attention on your neighbour.

Alex is your neighbours -two charming elderly people- son, who unlike his parents has an aggressive attitude to him. Matching the ferociousness of his bike you could swear he might as well be man made the way his ears steam with irritation much alike his bikes exhaust.

The bass of his music travels through the air in challenge as you walk up the driveway, freshly baked brownies oozing caramel in your hands. More of a peace offering if anything. His eyes flicker up to you, his attention swapping from the bike he was working on to the unwanted guest as he gets up off the floor, irritation lining his being as you walk closer.

Each step against the concrete driveway growing more timid as he dwarfs you in height and you begin to regret not heeding your roommates various warnings. The smell of oil and fuel hangs around him like a cloud, his annoyance toeing aggression as you hold the box of brownies out to him.

‘What’s this?’ He scowls. His look nasty, almost as if he was a wolf and you were a helpless sheep stumbling into his den much alike the fairytales shared between children. You couldn’t read his expression, but your stomach churns with unease at his lingering aggression.