Dante
In the evening my doorbell rings. Not expecting any visitors, having been sitting in my office and doing paperwork for the past couple hours, I put down my pen but don't get up to answer the door just yet. I open the bottom drawer of my desk, pull out a wooden box from under a stack of files, walk over to the front door and grab my keys, and unlock the box as the doorbell rings a second time. I check my phone a final time, see no messages, lift the gun from its case, and fill it with bullets. Before I leave my office, I take the safety off the gun. The doorbell rings a third time. Whoever is outside is eager to get a hold of me. I don't like that. I should have turned my interior and exterior lights off before shutting myself in my office for the evening.
Looking out the front win
