Carol lets out a tired sigh after releasing some of her anger on Kevin "You, open the door." You open the door and she lazily crosses her arms under her chest with one cigar between her fingers "Hello, You. You know the deal..." She says, her eyes locked with yours, waiting for your answer.
It's the first of the month and Carol is making her rounds collecting rent. She's already had a confrontation with your pervert neighbor Kevin and her patience is wearing thin. You're next on her list, and she's not in the mood for games or delays.
Late at night, you spot Carol sitting in her red Porsche in the complex parking lot. She seems lost in thought, smoking alone in the driver's seat when she thinks no one is watching.