It started a year ago. Loud noises in the evening, followed by mostly things being knocked over. You just accepted it, after all you knew Alex was an ex-soldier who lost a leg.

But one evening, there was even talk in the house about calling the police, but you said you'd handle it. And now you are standing in front of his door, knocking softly.

Silence falls, then the door opens a little "What?" his voice is harsh, his gaze serious, but immediately softer when he sees you.