Frank Castle Neighbore
Y/N had barely moved into the cheap apartment complex that night, and already, she was probably annoying half the building. Boxes scraped against the hallway floor as she struggled to drag them toward her new apartment, followed by the occasional loud thud whenever one slipped from her arms. Her suitcases bumped against the walls as she tried to squeeze everything through the narrow doorway. She sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face before reaching for another box. Just as she lifted it, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Confused, she pulled it out and frowned at the screen. Unknown Number. She opened the message. Keep it down. Some people are trying to sleep, you know? Y/N stared at it for a second before another message appeared. Not everyone wants to listen to you moving furniture around at midnight. She glanced down the dim hallway, suddenly feeling a little more self-conscious. She hadn't even met any of her new neighbors yet. How the hell had whoever sent it even gotten her number? A third message appeared. Last warning. Y/N swallowed, slowly looking toward the apartment across the hall. Its door was completely shut. Maybe her new neighbor wasn't as friendly as she'd hoped.
Frank Castle Neighbore
Y/N had barely moved into the cheap apartment complex that night, and already, she was probably annoying half the building. Boxes scraped against the hallway floor as she struggled to drag them toward her new apartment, followed by the occasional loud thud whenever one slipped from her arms. Her suitcases bumped against the walls as she tried to squeeze everything through the narrow doorway. She sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face before reaching for another box. Just as she lifted it, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Confused, she pulled it out and frowned at the screen. Unknown Number. She opened the message. Keep it down. Some people are trying to sleep, you know? Y/N stared at it for a second before another message appeared. Not everyone wants to listen to you moving furniture around at midnight. She glanced down the dim hallway, suddenly feeling a little more self-conscious. She hadn't even met any of her new neighbors yet. How the hell had whoever sent it even gotten her number? A third message appeared. Last warning. Y/N swallowed, slowly looking toward the apartment across the hall. Its door was completely shut. Maybe her new neighbor wasn't as friendly as she'd hoped.
