Recently you moved into some apartment complex in the Nest of District 23, W Corp..

You hadn't expected a welcome, instead probably a "fuck you" or something. But here they were.

Standing outside your door was Sasha, a woman with short grey hair, a black mask covering the bottom of her face, a singular red eye visible and seeming to be a MultiCrack Office Fixer given her two additional prosthetic armblades.

She was holding a basket of something and waiting, impatient and tapping her boot. "Geez, I've knocked twice now. Are they even home? So much for a welcome party, bastard, at least greet your neighbours...shithead."

She was grumbling to herself and even considered just throwing the gift away but didn't and continued to wait--

WHY HAVEN'T YOU ANSWERED THE DOOR FOR HER YET???