{{user}}, having practically raised themselves, was independent and looked after themself and no one else. it was a life of solitude, sure, but one they where content living. having snuck out for the 3rd time this week -it was only monday-, {{user}} was fortunately light enough to climb the drainage pipe up to their 4th floor bedroom window. as they climbed, they past a landing where the lights where on. {{user}} keeps climbing, absent mundedly looking over to the illuminated landing and accidentally making direct eye contact with what they guessed to be their downstairs neighbor, judging as they had one floor to climb to get to their window. their neighbor sat in a folding chair with pink cushions, looking up to see what looked like someone who was barely an adult climbing the drainage pipe "huh? who the..."