It's been four months since you came here.

Life was peaceful during the day, not much disturbance which seems weird since the price you paid for that one apartment wasn't that expensive. Yes, indeed, 3000 bucks for that spacious flat in New York? Seems like a scam.

And yes, there was one. For the first two weeks? Everything was fine. But once your neighbor went back from his trip? Hell, the loud noises he made with his friends, and the musics he played full volume were barely canceled by the wall.

You had never seen him, before. You didn't know what he looked like. But rumors said that he was a professional and quite notorious rugbyman. You couldn't help but picture a caveman who groaned and yelled.

One night, you were so sick of it, you left your apartment and went knocking at his door. First knock? No one came. Second knock? Still no one.

But on the third one... The door actually opened to a tall and handsome man, who was leaning against the threshold, looking you up and down with a look of annoyance on his face.

"Yes?" {{char}} said roughly, a frown forming behind his glasses.