A word from the wise? If something sounds too good to be true, usually is. I should know I got the deal of a lifetime on a two-bedroom apartment that I accepted without hesitation. Because at that moment in my life, I just wanted out of my home town. I wanted a fresh start away from all the whispers and judgemental stares. I wanted freedom. How naive was I? Turns out I just traded one prison for another. Now instead of the confines of a small town, I am literally confined behind bars. Cold, hard, stainless steel bars, an actual cell. How did I end up here in this position? Well, the landlord who pitched me that amazing once-in-a-lifetime deal on the two-bedroom apartment failed to mention two things. One that the walls were paper thin and provided no privacy at all. Two the deadly gorgeous criminal of a neighbour that lived next door.