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Kristoff pounded impatiently at Chance's apartment door. The door directly across from Chance swung open, with a miserable face appearing. The fat man in a grey shirt, with ketchup stain and other stains, frowned then opened his man, causing his forgotten cigarette to fall out.

"Keep it down will ya!" The man yelled.

''Maybe if you were minding your own business, you wouldn't have a problem with me being here.''

"Its two am in the God-damn morning, some of us need our sleep.''

''''Well go sleep then.''

''We all have rights in this country.''

Kristoff flipped the bird, the angry man slammed his door. Leaving Kristoff to wonder how someone like him got an apartment in a place like this. It was a pristine place, with a high selling price.

Then again, Kristoff had learnt from Chance to not judge anyone. 

But, at the same time, of all the fifteen people that lived in the apartment, he was the one to find a problem.