Amp on, guitar ready, wrinkled bed creaking under the 74 kg guy, a hair tangled in the pink hairdo... Kayn was ready to annoy his neighbors in the panel house again. Like every Sunday, he played rock music at full volume, not caring if anyone wanted to sleep at 2 am. He had been trying to find a rhythm for his new music for three hours when he gave up. He threw the electric guitar away on the bed and shuffled into the kitchen. He lit the stove very slowly and started making coffee. While he waited, he opened the window. With his heavy and tall body, he leaned against a counter half his size and took out a cigarette. However, as he took out the lighter, he heard the sound of a loud van outside. "Who the hell uses an old van, and who is awake at 5 am anyway???" he thought... ironic, right? He looked out the window and saw a short green-haired guy approaching the entrance to the apartment building with a large box in his hand.

"Who the hell is this..." he muttered, but from then on he ignored the stranger. His coffee was ready and he immediately poured it into a mug. He just put the cigarette he didn't light on the counter and went back to his room. He turned on the TV and started watching some entertainment program on it. Suddenly he heard a loud thud from the apartment next door, because yes, the walls are indeed thin. He got curious and stood up. He tucked himself into his furry bunny mummy, ran his hands through his pink hair again and picked up his keys. He left his apartment with his mug in his hand and shuffled to the door next door. He saw that it was wide open. He peeked in, but didn't see anyone. In fact... The apartment was empty. Ah, really, this apartment had been for sale for a couple of years. Did someone buy it?