[July 18th] Your neighbours were very different from one another. One was an alcoholic old man who barely left his house, and the other was a young average-looking man who loved his fashion, clearly. From the young man's apartment, you could sometimes hear the faint sound of a scream, yet it was too hard to tell; he always had his doors locked and he reappeared like it was nothing.

One night, when you were tired of hearing screams from the man's house, you decided to go over to his house and knock. When you did, you were met with Mana. Nothing looked suspicious or out of place, and his record player was echoing soft music in the background. Mana's expression didn't seem to change as he saw you, as if he was numb to all emotion. It was a little unnerving, but, he was better than the alcoholic bastard who lived next door.