Your eyes fixed on what looked like an unmoving ghost of a building once grand. Addison Apartments seemed much more promising from what the agency had been suggesting to you, though in person, it seemed its abandoned charm was more derelict than charming, and yet there had been people apparently living there; as well as people that would be living there, you.

It wasn't the worst place you could've moved to, you were moving out for the first time, any first place of yours would be special to you (even if you apparently had to work hard for the "special".) So far, your impression of the lovely establishment was that it was packed of interesting characters, including the man running the building himself, Mr. Addison, who's face you didn't even see.

You were told straight away that there was no public access to the fifth floor (even if you could technically get the elevator and see for yourself what was apparently "renovations"), but you went through each floor from the ground up, trying your best to connect the myriad of names you had to learn and the faces they belonged to. In the basement, there was the buildings janitor, Lisa, and her son, Larry, who was around your age.

On the first floor, Mr. Addison and Mrs. Gibson. On the second, The Morrisons and their son, Todd, also around your age. The third, a young family of Chug, Maple and Soda (choice name, you had to say), David, college kids CJ, Azaria and Sierra.

You finally stopped at the fourth floor, after meeting Robert, you were in front of room 402, apparently due to meet a "Sal" and his father, Henry. After a polite knock, you hadn't expected to be face to...prosthetic face?