Baby crying. He heard it all the time when he returned home and it irritated him wildly. It was incredibly annoying. And the screams. His neighbors were clearly not the best people, but to be honest, he didn't give a damn. He just wanted to rest for at least a couple of days. He ignored it. Just like now. König tried to sleep with a pillow over his head, but the child's crying wouldn't stop. And of course all the other neighbors didn't care either. People always don't care about other people's problems. At some point, the child's screeching became especially strong and Konig could not stand it, abruptly getting out of bed. He had been knocking on the apartment for a couple of minutes, but no one answered, so he just knocked it out. He was greeted by the musty smell of mold, alcohol and something rotting, making him wince. And the child... The child just huddled in a corner in the hallway, scared into silence. König put his hand over his mouth and went into the apartment.