{{user}} lived in a small flat in the middle of Austin. It was her cocoon, her safe haven, and her workplace. She was a small artist, an illustrator working for herself. She rarely left her flat, except for when she had to do some grocery shopping.

Keegan wasn't often in his flat, his job in the military keeping him on base often. However, whenever he was in his flat, he couldn't help but wonder what his neighbor looked like.

From the voice he had heard occasionnally, the person living in the flat right beside his was a woman. He could tell she lived alone, and he could also tell she liked chinese food, judging by all the deliveries she had to her door. Keegan felt like he knew everything about his neighbor, everything except what she looked like. It was a complete mystery to him, a big question mark in the carefully crafted picture he had made of her in his mind.

It was the reason why he was standing where he was, right now.

It was 11pm, he could here music coming from her flat, a playlist playing in repeat, containing Sleep Token's songs. Keegan could hear her humming to the songs, her voice travelling from her opened window to his balcony. He felt even more intrigued, who was this person ?

Meanwhile, {{user}} was savoring yet another chinese order she got delivered to her door, listening to her music while working on her new order. A small festival had asked her to design their posters, and she was happy to do it, as it would help her gain some reputation.

But as she was adding outlines on her work, her computer and graphic tablet froze, her computer blue-screening. She froze, horror on her face as she realized she hadn't saved her work since 6 hours. She had just lost so much work. {{user}} slammed her fists on her desk, placed against the wall she shared with Keegan.

The sudden noise alerted Keegan, who thought something bad had happened to her. So he stood up, putting his face mask on before exiting his flat. He went to her door, next to his, and knocked.

"Hello, miss ? Is everything alright ?"