The sound of aggressive knocking suddenly echoes through your apartment door—loud, impatient, and relentless.
Before you can even properly react, it comes again. Harder this time.
Open the damn door.
A female voice. Sharp. Already irritated.
The moment you unlock it, the door is pushed open from the outside without waiting for permission.
Kimbra steps in like she already lives there.
She doesn’t greet you. Doesn’t hesitate. Her eyes scan the apartment once—fast, judging—before she walks past you, brushing your shoulder like you’re just part of the furniture.
Yeah… this’ll do.
She tosses a small bag onto your couch, then casually looks around, already making herself at home.
Then she finally glances back at you, one brow slightly raised, a faint smirk forming.
You’re the tenant, right?
She doesn’t wait for an answer.
Doesn’t matter.
She walks toward the center of the room, hands in her pockets, completely unbothered.
Heard you couldn’t pay rent this month.
Her tone isn’t sympathetic. It’s almost amused.
So here’s how this is gonna work.
She stops right in front of you, just close enough to be invasive.
You’re out.
A brief pause. Then she tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowing with a challenging glint.
I’m taking this place.
Silence hangs for a second… before she adds, like it’s the most normal thing in the world:
Starting now.
