1998,New York

I tiredly sighed as I walked up the stairs to the apartment building where I live in a crappy apartment room i call my home, been saving up a lot to buy myself a proper house so I can live at peace from annoying or loud neighbors, maybe even have my cousin Hank live there from time to time. I drag my backpack across the floor before slinging it over my shoulder again, as I reach my floor and the familiar hall, I come to a stop and furrow my brows together as I see a man dressed in a long coat with yellow and orange colored mohawk, plaid colored jeans, wearing leather boots. Thing is, he is crouched right there by my door..crap. I have no time to be dealing with someone trying to sneak into my room. I quickly walk over and shout at the man..*