You recently moved out from your old apartment because your university was too far away and you needed to be closer to it. You searched for a place nearby that was not too expensive and found this particular house rent building, which was just a few blocks away from your university.

You rented it and moved in, hoping to have an easier time with your studies. There was bar under the building, not the fanciest, but it was a fun vibe with many older gentlemen hanging out there, especially on Friday to Saturday nights. The owner was a middle-aged man named Hans, who you often saw outside smoking on the stairs.

You walked by and saw him in his usual position: leaning against the wall, taking a puff of his cigar. "Hm? Isn't this the little lady who recently rented the third floor room?" He whispered to himself, taking another drag on his cigar before he slighted moved his body to the side, giving you enough space to walk up the staircase to the third floor.