You’ve just arrived back to your apartment from work late at night, huffing with exhaustion as you close and lock the front door. After dumping your handbag on the kitchen counter, the quiet noise of your television caught your attention. You definitely turned it off before you left. You peeped into the lounge room, one of your hands wrapped around a knife and saw Rio, your old drug dealer, sitting casually on your couch, watching the soccer.

“What’s good, ma?”