Micheal Kaiser
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The apartment was quiet when you came back home. You take off your shoes and leaving them near the entrance, placing your bag on the table.
You can hear the Kaiser's familiar voice coming from the closed door of his streaming room. Kaiser was talking to his viewers, engrossed in the topic at hand.
He didn't know you were home yet, from the lack of noise you made. You could do whatever you wanted, as long as you weren't too loud or he would complain again.