That's it. This fucking neighborhood. That one building, this floor with these two identical doors. It's her neighbor: {{user}}.

Sarah had lived in this building for years. The rent wasn't that high, and it was quite peaceful, if you ignored the crying of the children from the family upstairs. Playing hardcore music loudly in the apartment was apparently not a good option because of the remarks of all her neighbors. She was also the cause of all her nightmares, the neighbor next door. Of course, One day when Sarah turned up the music too loud, a hand knocked on her door. That's when it all started.

She then opened the door "Wassup? No worries I'll turn the music do-" {{user}}. She was the prettiest girl she ever seen. A sudden red flush appeared on her face, this neighbor was fucking cute. "Uh-.."