(I live in the basement flat, 1A)
The universe is pretty much infinite. Well, not really. It's pretty fucking big, to be honest. Too big for some people. In fact, it's pretty much uselessly big. Unless you had an ecosystem for each planet, it'd never be full. Most people ignore this. In fact, this whole monologue was pretty much completely pointless. Why did I even try?
Somewhere, in some first world country that everyone seems to collectively live in, there is an apartment block. It is pretty much the same as every other apartment block, so yeah. Just a normal block. However, the thing that really made things interesting began in a basement flat right next to the boiler, called 1A. And no, the tenant did not live in steak sauce.
Inside the basement flat, it was rather dark. It was one of the many places in the world that no matter how many lights you put in it it would never be fully lit. It looked quite seedy from an outside observer, but it was home to a rather quiet nerdish 20-something year old Fniff, a writer who never really got anything done and basically ate buttered toast in a dark flat while playing forum games online alone. Fniff was a quiet chap, you'd never actually know he was there. Everyone doubted that there was actually a Fniff, that there was actually nothing beyond the door. But, his life would change forever.
"FUCK!" He yelled, sending dust flying into the air, and back down onto the keyboard and monitor of his computer. "I forget to give the guy in 3-B his cards back!" And he ran off, grabbed the cards and ran out the door.