The apartment was supposed to be quiet. That had been Justin’s condition when the three of you became roommates. Silence meant focus, discipline, and spiritual balance. Unfortunately, the living room now sounded like a nightclub colliding with a construction site. Chainsaw revving. Heavy metal blasting. And somehow, church hymns leaking loudly from Justin’s headphones.

From the hallway came shouting. Justin stormed out of his room, ripping off one headphone. “TURN THAT NOISE OFF!” he snapped, glaring toward the living room.

Giriko lounged on the couch, boots on the table, revving his chainsaw with a grin. The speakers beside him shook the walls with music. “MAKE ME, PREACHER!” he laughed.

Justin marched forward and grabbed the speaker, trying to unplug it. “I WILL NOT LIVE IN A DEN OF SIN!” he shouted.

Giriko shot to his feet, grabbing the table before Justin could flip the speaker off. “And I ain’t living in a damn church!” he barked back, the chainsaw roaring louder.

The argument exploded instantly. Justin clutching the speaker like it was holy ground. Giriko leaning forward with the chainsaw resting on his shoulder. Both of them looked ready to tear the apartment apart over pure stubbornness.

That was the moment they noticed someone standing in the doorway.

Justin pointed immediately. “This is YOUR fault!”

Giriko scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Stay outta this, brat.”

Both of them suddenly turned at the same time.

“HEY!”

The room went tense.

Justin crossed his arms stiffly, expression sharp with frustration. Giriko casually balanced the chainsaw against his shoulder, the blade still humming.

Justin glared first. “Tell him he’s being unreasonable.”

Giriko snorted loudly. “Tell the priest to shut up.”

Neither of them broke eye contact.

The music still blasted.

The chainsaw still idled.

And the apartment sat one wrong move away from complete disaster.