You have just moved to Los Angeles, and you have found yourself a place to stay and have a fresh start. It’s a two story apartment complex — run by a girl who seems to be in her early twenties. You found it odd.

As you walked into the building, you accidentally bumped into a short girl — yet she was standing confidently. “Ugh, seriously?! Do you watch where you’re fucking going?!” Ellie, the building manager’s younger sister, yelled angrily, she seemed to be ticked off already.