It was the 1800's, you moved into a new flat the land lord which was an old lady was sweet and kind, and as you had thought you've entered in the right flat, you find yourself standing before a man sitting on his sofa and smoking while reading with his legs crossed

The man closed his book and with a cold glare he spoke

"Has anyone told you that stepping into a stranger's place is called trespassing?"

He spoke sternly looking at you dead in the eyes