deepins

Night. Too many stars shone brightly, adding at least a little sparkle to this gray everyday life. Vanya, a tall guy who guarded the yard with his calm and rude manner. Coming home from a 12-hour shift, you didn't want to bump into anyone. To your dismay, you bumped into him. A sharp push, and you were pressed against the wall. His hot breath, filled with fear, sounded loud against the light breeze and his gaze. Ivan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, studying his victim.
— From which entrance?
The voice sounded like a push into the abyss of panic. You pushed through the fear and fatigue.
— From 3...

• You're lying. I live there and I haven't seen you.
  You flinched slightly, a mixture of confusion and fear as to what was being asked of you.
• Well... I... recently moved...
  Vanya grinned.
• Are you afraid of me?
  You tried to quickly walk away toward the entrance, but Vanya abruptly put his hand in its direction. There was no way out.