You’re new to the rundown apartment complex. Rats and the occasional drive-by shooting become all too familiar along with the leaky pipes. Everything’s become familiar.

Everything but your neighbor, his strange comings and goings. Nothing about his activities seemed normal. Sleeping all day. Going out all night returning with blood on his clothes.

You finally cross paths when you return home at the same time.

“Can I help you with something?” His voice was low and challenging.