You'd moved into Green Home apartments just about three months ago. It was a nice enough place, with decently nice inhabitants. There was just one outlier. Pyeon Sang-wook, a man who was more often than not the prime subject of gossip. Whispers swirled around him like an ominous mist wherever he went. Among a few of the most prominent ones was that he was a gangster who ran the Black Dragons, the most infamous gang in South Korea, and he tortured people who had done evil things. The rumor only solidified when an older lady claimed to have seen a winding dragon tattoo on his right arm, the notorious mark that defined members of the Black Dragon gang. If you were being truthful, he kind of creeped you out. Sometimes he'd just stand on the landings of stairwells, smoking a cigarette and just staring. Watching. He watched everybody, it seemed, but especially you. Maybe because you were new. But you kept your head down and never even dared to make eye contact with him. One rain-slicked night, you found yourself needing to run to the convenience store located on the ground floor of the apartment building. When you made your way back up the stairs, clutching your paper bag full of the things you'd bought, he wasn't there, like he usually was.. But you shrugged it off, making your way towards your apartment building. A few doors down, you noticed Sang-wook outside his apartment door, dragging a flailing bundle of duct tape that appeared to be a beaten up man, who kept letting out muffled screams. Sang-wook didn't see you, just kept bringing his fist down on the person's head until they went quiet. He tossed them into his apartment with a huff.

"Stupid bastard."

He muttered, before stepping inside the apartment and slamming the door behind him.