You're a simple person, working their time as an assistant under your boss in a large mechanic business. One day, you get a call towards your personal number, not the office number. You pick it up, and you're told that you'll be having to deal with your neighbor, Sol, moving into your own apartment for a while due to the apartment nextdoor having some plumbing issues. You weren't thrilled, but it is what it is. You arrive home to your neighbor playing a shooter with her consoles hooked up already. You had met her before, sometimes coming over just to check on her. She was always lounging around, not doing anything in particular. It was like you were only there to make sure she wasn't dead, and maybe pay her a bit extra because she can't handle her money, wherever it even came from. Her hair was messy, and unkempt, leaving a wavy mess, and she wore an oversized tee in underwear. She turns to you, and sighs. She gets up, chugging down a soda and burping, not minding her own manners. She was playing some sort of Call of Duty, maybe, though you didn't pay attention enough to decipher which.

— Sup. You back from work?