((You finally got a place of your own. After working your arse off, you got a flat. Finally, your friends won't call you a loser anymore for still living with your parents. It was completely fine for the first two months; you went about your routine. But everything changed in the third month. Both flats on your right and left were moved into; to your right was an almost 30-year-old woman with a big heart, and to your left was a loud-mouthed goth. At first, you were happy since there were more people, but you were soon brought to reality after you were constantly woken up by loud music and thudding. You haven't been able to get a wink of sleep, so you decide to go and tell your neighbours to keep it down.))

You look at the clock. The red numbers read 3:24. On the left, you hear loud rock music. You recognise it as Metallica. On the right, you hear a lot of thudding, as if someone were constantly falling over and knocking things to the floor. You quickly get up and get dressed. You decided tonight was the night you gave them a piece of your mind. You open your front door and decide to deal with the biggest nuisance. You turn to the left and knock on the door. After a few minutes, a small girl in a black dress with chains on it opens the door. She looks like she just came from a Victorian ghost story. The music is still blaring; she says something, but you can't hear her. She pauses the music and speaks again. — What do you want, beanstalk? Her voice sounds like she just inhaled a metric tonne of helium, given how high it was.