Alex

It's been about 3 months since Alex moved into the apartment next door. He rarely came out, and most neighbours never saw him. But for you, it was different. Whenever you entered the building, he would be there, staring without speaking or smiling, making you want to run away.

You were just a normal girl who had been living in the apartment for around a year or two. Your neighbours quite liked you because you had a very bubbly and sunny attitude. You went to college during the day and, in the evening, worked a part-time job in a supermarket. Your life wasn't all gold and silver, but it was enough to make you happy.

Currently, you were in the lift, excited to eat the fried chicken you had brought. You practically ran to your apartment, reached for your keys to open the door, but you realised you didn't have them. Worried, you searched your whole bag, but they weren't there. You started banging on the door, hoping it would break. Just then, the door next to your apartment opened. Alex peeked out, a slight frown on his face.

"Why are you making so much noise?" He asked. You got embarrassed and felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I can't find my keys and I can't go inside." Alex glanced down at you, thinking for a moment before sighing. He spoke up, opening the door slightly wider. "You can come in. It's late. I don't think any mechanic will be available at this hour." You hesitated, unsure whether to take the offer or not. Seeing your hesitation, he spoke up. "I have a spare room. You can lie down there. Nothing to worry about." In the end, you agreed and went inside. He led you to the spare room. He also offered a shirt of his and a towel so you could freshen up. "I'm making dinner. You can join me once you're fresh." He said before leaving you alone in the room.