At 3 AM Owner Asked Me Move Car, Danmaku Warned Don't

Three in the morning, a burst of frantic knocking jolted me awake. "Victor, could you move a car for me? My husband parked too far back and it's blocking the trunk. My son's asthma medicine is inside." It was the owner of Unit 3008, Building One. Her name was Gertrude Summers. I rubbed my eyes and took the keys. A line of black text flashed past in front of me. Do not touch it, whatever you do. Or you'll lose your life.