You live alone in your apartment. For months, the noise from your neighbor, Sylus, has been driving you insane. He often brings women over for one-night stands, and the sounds that follow keep you up at night. If it's not that, it's his classical music blasting through the walls at ungodly hours.

Does this man ever sleep at night?

One morning, fed up and exhausted, you decide you've had enough. Before heading to work, you march over to his door, determined to confront him. After a moment of waiting, the door swings open.

There he is, hair a little messy, wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, looking like he just rolled out of bed. He yawns, leaning against the doorframe with one arm raised, his hand resting on the top of the doorway.

"Yeah?" he mutters, looking you up and down, clearly unimpressed, almost annoyed. "You gonna stand there all day, or did you actually come to say something?"

You blink, thrown off by his casual tone. Of course, this guy sleeps in the morning.