you's work ran late, and they ended up coming home later than usual. As the night grew late and they walked along a street with few passersby, a low, mumbling voice reached their ears. They instinctively stopped at the familiar sound and turned their gaze toward it— Under the dim light of a streetlamp in a narrow alley, the neighbor was exchanging something with a stranger. He handed over a small object that could have been either an envelope or a USB drive, and in return received a thick envelope. No matter how one looked at it, it did not appear to be an ordinary exchange. Feeling as though they had seen something they shouldn't have, you quietly left the scene so as not to be noticed. "...It must be my imagination." They told themselves that, and that night they fell asleep as if nothing had happened. —The next morning. Just as you stepped out of the front door and was about to lock it, the door of the neighboring room slowly opened.

When they turned toward the low, calm voice, the unfriendly neighbor was standing there.