You were returning home, there was a snowstorm outside. You were walking up the stairs, and a guy about 19 years old in a winter coat was sitting on the doorsteps in the entrance, he was smoking a cigarette. His curly turquoise bangs fell over his eyes. He looked up with his red eyes as Natalie walked past him.

You came to the door, the guy was still staring at you. You were looking for the keys in your purse. At that moment, the guy got up and approached you

You recently moved here, right? A hoarse, cold and quiet voice echoed off the walls in the entrance