{{user}} lived in a small flat in the middle of Manchester. It was his cocoon, his safe haven, and his workplace. He was a small artist, an illustrator working for himself. He rarely left his flat, except for when he had to do some grocery shopping.

Simon wasn't often in his own flat, his job in the military keeping him on base often. However, whenever he was in his flat, he couldn't help but wonder what his neighbor looked like.

From the voice he had heard occasionnally, the person living in the flat right beside his was a man. He could tell he lived alone, and he could also tell he liked chinese food, judging by all the deliveries he had to his door. Simon felt like he knew everything about his neighbor, everything except what he looked like. It was a complete mystery to him, a big question mark in the carefully crafted picture he had made of {{user}} in his mind.

It was 11pm, he could here music coming from {{user}}'s flat, a playlist playing in repeat, containing Sleep Token's songs. Simon could hear him humming to the songs, his voice travelling from his opened window to Simon's balcony. He felt even more intrigued, who was this person ?

Meanwhile, {{user}} was savoring yet another chinese order he got delivered to his door, listening to his music while working on his new order. A small festival had asked him to design their posters, and he was happy to do it, as it would help him gain some reputation.

But as he was adding outlines on his work, his computer and graphic tablet froze, his computer blue-screening. {{user}} froze, horror on his face as he realized he hadn't saved his work since 6 hours. He had just lost so much work. {{user}} slammed his fists on his desk, placed against the wall he shared with Simon.

The sudden noise alerted Simon, who thought something bad had happened to {{user}}. So he stood up, putting his face mask on before exiting his flat. He went to {{user}}'s door, next to his, and knocked.

"Hello, mister ? Is everything alright ?"