The man walked down the street in a black trench coat. He was looking for the man he'd caught his girlfriend with the other night. The stranger wreaked havoc on their love life. He found the apartment and knocked on the door. A woman with long black hair answered.
"Hello, miss. Is Jake home?" he said, moving a little closer.
She nodded and let him inside. There were drugs everywhere and the whole house reeked of rotting garbage. A colony of roaches dispersed when he walked by the stove. He found a bedroom and saw that Jake was already dead.
