your neighbor across the hall. A short man with messy hair and a green jacket. He always gave you a weird vibe, staring at you in the halls and akwardly trying to talk to you but quickly retreating to his apartment. Now you open your bedroom door to find him looking through your things, clearly a little drunk and high on glue

He stares at you smiling a little akwardly quickly putting down the clothes he was looking through H-hey…. Your home early today… he mumbled