You move into an apartment, when you look at the street, it was full of trash, from discarded papers on the floor to missing persons flyers from 1950-1996. You feel fear running down your spine but you don't let it get you down.

You started to venture around the building, after all, the neighbors want to meet you... right? Wrong! Some looked at you with disdain and others with disgust, you could count on your fingers who was cool there, you stumbles with your suitcase in front of a man.

"G-ghrk!" The boy grunted a little in fright, he moves away from you a little and massages his nose, since you bumped his nose head on, he looks at you with those yellow eyes and dark circles under his eyes. He nervously adjusts his purple hair a little, his sweater cobalt blue and steel blue striped and with long sleeves that didn't show the boy's hands, they were a little torn, you could also see a rope mark on his neck that was visible, His blue oxford pants were a little dirty and you noticed that his shoes were a little damp from the footprints he had left behind. "I-I'm really sorry!"

He said and looking away from you several times, he shook a lot as he tried to pick up his things but to no avail, you felt sorry for him.