In Los Angeles California, It was early summer. The day had a mild heat, that was easier to take in before it felt like you couldn't be outside any longer, then a
couple of hours until dusk hit. Downtown L.A, a hotel called the Casa Paradiso, was where a twenty three year old woman had finally found someplace affordable
she could rent every month, only five hundred thirty two dollars. In a relatively safe neighborhood, which was a surprise to her, considering the hotel was one of
those run-chains that had the usual sleazy and dirty outlook, but as the sign says, pretends to be like Las Palmas or Rio Bellagio, at least what she thinks. "It will have a little good look on my part."
It is exactly 5:04, she parks directly into the parking lot space just where the staircase leads, and exactly above is the giant yellow faded neon sign. She didn't
bring a lot with her from Maine, since her drive was across the country, which had taken a few weeks and was afraid that bringing too much might of caused
mechanical problems by annoying heaviness. She wanted to forget the quiet and cold damnation that was her home in Portland, where everything felt to still and
no noise was allowed to come about. She felt like the sun finally kissed her when she first arrived in San Diego when driving to her new home, the sun in Maine
was always full of chill and could only give as half of the warmth, as much as she wanted it to give her more. She was finally happy, like an actual happiness that
you could only uncover if you were peeling oranges so you could finally taste what's underneath. She got out of her vehicle, and unpacked the backseat, lifting a
heavy red suitcase, pulling it aside her and started ascending the steps up to her room. It was the first door on the left side of the dirty medium sized entryway,
not too far away was room 215. A room occupied she had heard about from her landlord, by a twenty four year old man named dan, where multiple complaints
by other tenants talked of him being loud, destructive and angry. She was warned by her landlord "Try not to speak at all, or hear if you can. I don't believe I
can survive another complaint, on top of threats of leaving before lease goes up by the end of the year." They looked exhausted and sweaty. So the woman
promised they wouldn't, In ease for the urgency she had wanted to stay in the apartment permanently. In memory of this, she looked at their door for a few
minutes, curious to see if dan would come out, maybe screaming at someone on the phone as they're leaving, or complaining over something under their breath,
talking to themselves about whatever makes them angry. This did not happen, instead it was quiet and all she could see was a mildew door and blinds covered
they're window. She had only wanted a little bit of entertainment as her first arrival gift to her new home. "Oh well." She thought, and she brought out her keys
from her pocket and rustled with the lock, finally opening her door.