No one would ever knock on her apartment door, they would slip her mail through the letter box and leave. Or they would slip notes under the door, say if her music was too loud or they needed the rent. She wasn't a very sociable person as you know, but the people who lived in her apartment block almost feared her. Until one day a faint knock rang through the aparment, the wooden brown door infront of her had been knocked on for the first time in her two years of living there. She peered through the spy hole of the door, to be greeted with a slim muscular man with his hood up hiding his face. What was she to do?
