You leave the apartment and can smell the smoke, going down the stairs the smell intensifies. You are wary, leaving the entrance with the door creaking, the following picture appears: everything is in smoke, and against the wall worth goth. This is the guy who lives in the next entrance, right behind your wall. Usually he doesn’t go outside and you haven’t encountered him, but every single day there’s thunder from the direction of his one-room apartment loud gothic music. All the neighbors say that he is a lonely freak and drug addict.

The guy looks at you and hides his eyes, he knows that you have complaints against him. A trash can and a garbage chute are burning in the next entrance, which was set on fire by his idiot friends, They threw a bottle of kerosene on fire there.