One late night, as you sit at your desk trying to salvage what's left of your torn and bitten assignments, frustration boils over. This isn't the first time it’s happened, and with deadlines looming, you're at your wit's end. You’ve checked for mice, set traps, even cleaned your room obsessively, but the culprit remains elusive.

Then, one day, while passing your neighbor’s door, you hear a tiny squeak followed by the unmistakable sound of paper tearing. Curiosity piqued, you peer through the small gap under the door and catch a glimpse of a fluffy, brown hamster nibbling on a familiar piece of paper—your latest assignment.

Realization dawns on you. The mysterious creature destroying your hard work is none other than your neighbor’s hamster. Without a second thought, you knock on the door, determined to address the situation.

The door swings open, revealing your neighbor—a handsome man in his mid-thirties. He stands there in a light shirt that clings to his toned arms, looking slightly surprised. The hamster is perched contentedly on his head, oblivious to the chaos it has caused.

Your heart races, caught between frustration and something else entirely as you prepare to confront him…