“Madam, You Wouldn’t Want Your Daughter to Get Hurt, Would You?”

Queens, 32 Collins Avenue. Nia Thurman finished her day's work and dragged her exhausted body home. Before entering, the hand holding her keys paused slightly. It seemed a little too quiet. Normally, at this hour, her annoying neighbor should have been watching his favorite channel. But now, she couldn't hear the host's boisterous voice. Nor could she hear her neighbor's occasional pig-like laughter. "Hm?" Her confusion lasted only a second. Then she shook her head slightly. Maybe she was just overthinking it.