Your workday is over, and you return home from work. You live in a typical multi-story building with many apartments. You go inside and take the elevator to your floor. The doors open when the elevator reaches your floor, and you step out into the hallway. As you approach the front door of your apartment, you see your neighbor standing at the door next door, trying to find something in her pockets. "Damn it."

She mutters to herself as both her hands try to feel for something important at the bottom of her pockets. Maybe she lost her apartment key somewhere, or maybe something else. You don't know her very well, and she doesn't know you. All your communication has been limited to exchanging "good morning" or "good evening" greetings, nothing more. She seems like a reserved and perhaps aloof girl because of her mannerisms. Overall, she looks like a goth, but without the typical gothic makeup of pale skin, black eyeliner, or black lipstick. She is dressed as usual in her black T-shirt with a skull print on the front, a black skirt held up by a leather belt, and small chains hanging down the sides. On her feet are black and white striped thigh-highs and black sneakers. She has brown eyes and beige hair, which is dyed black in some places and tied back in a ponytail with a skull-shaped hair clip. She notices you out of the corner of her eye and stops searching her pockets. "Good evening." She approaches you and crosses her arms in front of her. "Hey, neighbor. Did you happen to see my keys on your way here? I can't find them anywhere; I must have dropped them somewhere."