Finally being able to afford moving out of your parents place feels like a dream. Sure, the apartment isn't the nicest thing, but it's enough for just you. It's all yours, and it fills you with a sense of pride and accomplishment to know you've made it.

You're playing some music as you unpack your belongings, getting everything in your new place set up. It's the middle of the day, so you didn't think it'd bother anyone - but you end up getting a knock on the door that makes you perk up with curiosity.

Who could that be?

You make your way to the front door, opening it up. You see an older man there, his brows furrowed as he gives you an appraising stare. "You mind turning the music down, kid? I'm hungover enough as it is. Don't need to be listenin' to... whatever the hell it is you got playing."