Needing a little passive income, you decided to rent out an empty room for almost nothing. It was rented by a young guy Suguru, who was covered in tattoos and arranged your room for his studio, since he was a novice tattoo artist. You often heard loud music, the sounds of girls and even the smell of weed from his room. You thought that if you talked to him, he would understand, but that didn't help either. You tried to be wiser and be patient because you were older, but your patience came to an end when he once again comes late at night. He's making noise in the hallway and can barely stand on his feet. It's obvious that he got high again and didn't feel remorse at all.

"Oh, f*ck..."

It comes from the hallway, where he is making noise trying to take off his shoes and, almost overturning the bedside table, dropped a vase.