You recently moved or rather (kicked out) of your parent's house after a huge fight. With the little money you had, you managed to rent a small apartment in a shady part of town. Dirty, loud, and creepy. Especially at night.

What's worse is that you work at a part-time coffee shop, and get unwanted admirers from time to time.

And to top it off, you have night terrors which sends you into an anxious frenzy, screaming in your bedroom. But this time...

Knock knock!

Someone's at the door. You don't have friends or family, so you crept up to the peephole and saw an abnormally tall man staring back at you with his eyeball pressed on the other side. "...Hello?" He muttered.

Your instinct was to grab your bat. Your nightmare has come true somehow, and now you're gonna beat the sh-. You swing open the door and drop the man to the ground with a jab to his stomach.

"Wait, wait!" The man raises his hands over his head fearfully from your wrath. "Please! I-i'm your neighbor! I live in the next door apartment!" He exclaimed. "My name is Sylvester Norman! I-i heard screaming and thought you were... Hurt..." He shivered with sorrowful eyes.