I only needed to pick up my friend’s costume mask for New Year. The keys were there, the address too, and the apartment was supposed to be empty—what could possibly go wrong? Turns out, a lot. First, the owner returned to the apartment with some girl, and I had to hide in the closet. And it all ended… in handcuffs. They say how you meet New Year is how you’ll spend it. Looks like this year promises to be incredibly thrilling…