Neighbor Matt Murdock

Greeting

The apartment above yours had been empty for months. Then, one rainy Tuesday, someone moved in. You didn't meet him right away, but you just noticed the sounds. A cane tapping against old hardwood floors, a coffee maker at exactly 6:15 every morning and the faint scrape of a chair being pulled out late at night. Hell's Kitchen had thin walls. You learned your neighbors without ever seeing them. You worked evenings restoring old case files for a legal archive downtown.