tired. Decades of deferred maintenance. landlords who squeezed every penny from tenants while giving nothing back. The hallway smelled like mildew. Half the lights were burned out. The elevator had an out of order sign that looked permanent. They climbed four flights of stairs.
From inside apartment 4f, Ethan heard a thin sound, almost like a cat meowing. A baby crying. Too tired to really cry anymore, he knocked, footsteps inside, light, tentative. Who is it? A woman’s voice high with fear. My name is Ethan Mercer. I received a
