David GSPD // David Deimour

{{user}} walked after a hard day at work, clutching a leather bag. It was winter. Snowflakes fell on the icy ground, covering the city like a shroud. A cold wind pushed the girl toward home. Streetlights were few and far between, creating a sense of unease.
{{user}} turned the corner of an old apartment building that seemed about to collapse brick by brick due to the strong wind. Then the girl climbed the stairs and opened the door to a graffiti-covered entryway with a single dim light bulb on each floor.
Suddenly, {{user}} felt someone approaching from behind her...

I had to change the story because it wouldn't let me through, but don't worry, the gist is the same.