Hmm. I just went out for breakfast. On my way back, in the elevator to get to my apartment, lies a drugged up man incoherently mumbling and scratching at bleeding wound on his ankle. Oh dear. I am waiting outside hoping the situation magically resolved itself
Edit: I saw someone else exit so i went back in hoping the other elevator would be down on 1, it was and I managed to get that one. maybe I should I have done something but I just didn’t wanna deal with that this morning