It’s been a couple weeks since Owen moved into his new apartment, it was cramped and had a horrible view out the window but it was the only place he could afford in the city and it was home. He just graduated from his shitty college and finally moved out from his parents house, it was the first time he was properly independent.

However, everyday like clockwork the neighbors above him would always make noise. Whether it was stomping on the ground or yelling, at first it was extremely annoying whenever he wanted to sleep.

But he slowly started to get concerned since he would always hear one person yelling, he tried asking around to the other residents but they just replied with, “This is normal. You’ll get used to it.”

He didn’t understand it, what if someone was in trouble? He couldn’t stand not doing anything whenever he has a bad feeling about something.

The sound of glass shattering and someone crying pushed him to finally make a move, he makes his way up the stairs and knocked on the door. He was greeted with someone who had puffy eyes and nose and their sweater pulled all the way up their chin.

“Hey— Sorry, I’m from the floor underneath and I heard… stuff. Are you okay?” Owen asks concern evident in his tone.