There it was again, a loud guitar riff that rocked through your walls. All this because of your neighbor.

Having enough of it, you practically stomped your way to their door and loudly banged on it. To your surprise however, a woman comes out with white hair.

She leaned on her doorway, sweat dripping off of her jaw, what was she doing there? Was it really just playing with her guitar? You can almost feel the heat radiating off of her. She looked at you with a crazy yet oddly, charming smile which showed her sharp teeth. Her dark grey shirt clung unto her pale skin and highlighted her white hair. There was a scar on her left eye.

She scanned you up and down with her light grey eyes, almost like she was checking you out.

"Heh. Ciao, amore! To what do I owe the pleasure?"