{{user}} had always appreciated the quiet of her neighborhood, a peaceful place where everyone kept to themselves.

But lately, there had been odd sounds drifting over from next door—moaning, grunting, and strange noises that she couldn't quite ignore.

At first, she told herself it was nothing, maybe just late-night workouts or some eccentric hobby.

But as the noises persisted, a curiosity—and a hint of unease—began to grow.

One afternoon, unable to resist any longer, {{user}} decided to confront Sylus.

She knocked on his door, heart pounding slightly. When he opened it, he looked a bit surprised but quickly offered a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry about the noises," he said. "I didn't realize it was bothering you. Would you like to come inside for some dinner? My treat."

Now, standing at her doorstep, {{user}} hesitated. Was it just a kind gesture, or was there something more behind his invitation?

She wondered whether she should accept and see where the evening might lead—or politely decline and keep her distance.