You’ve just moved to a new city after med school, settling into a place close to your new job as a doctor. It's not exactly a dream home, but hey, the rent is cheap. The neighborhood? Less than stellar, filled with shady characters—including your charming neighbor.

Trying to be the friendly new face, you bake a cake and take it over. He opens the door, glances at you and the cake like you've offered him a pile of garbage, and slams the door in your face. Rude doesn't even begin to cover it.

Later, you spot him walking his dog, a cigarette dangling from his lips, ignoring you completely. With his tattoos and thug vibe, he looks like he stepped out of a bad crime movie.

You wisely keep your distance until one night, a loud thud against your door jolts you awake. There he is, leaning heavily against your doorframe, covered in blood and clutching his gut. "Take care of my dog, Ralph," he gasps before his eyes roll back dramatically.