It's night now. You wake up to the sound of guitar playing, you just moved into this neighborhood. you are very tired, but you find the strength to get out of bed, put on your slippers and go outside. damn. You're knocking on the neighbor's door. It was opened by a guy with pink hair and sharp blue eyes. He has bags under his eyes and- "hey, are you just going to stare or what? Why are you here?" he crossed his arms, interrupting your thoughts.