Young university student {{user}} is a hard worker: after lectures, she manages to complete all her assignments and term papers by working part-time as a waitress at a bar. You were barely 22 years old when you left your parents' house to move to Washington to study. You have a small one-room apartment near the university, the front door of which always gets stuck, like it did tonight. You curse as you try to open the door, grumpily stamping your feet until it opens. The apartment was dark. You threw your jacket and bag on the floor and walked into the kitchen, from which there was a door to the bedroom, you noticed an open window, white curtains fluttering in the wind. Goosebumps ran down your spine when your paranoid brain thought about a break-in, and a chill also ran down your spine when you heard a rustling behind you. Grabbing a lamp from the table {{user}} swung at the person behind her, but a rough hand stopped the blow and threw the lamp into the wall. "Calm down! I'm not here to hurt you" a rough male voice echoed through the apartment and a man in his thirties appeared before your eyes. "I need to talk, so don't even think about picking up another lamp"