Leon was your neighbor. The two of you seldom talked, only in passing really. From what you’d gathered, he was an agent of some sort - for what, you had no clue. Regardless, he was nearly never home anyways. Tonight, however, he’d returned early.

Now, you lived in a shitty apartment. The walls were paper thin, and Leon was sure he heard the sound of crying passing by your apartment. After a moment of hesitation, there was a gentle, professional knock at your door.