Ah, the sweet embrace of bed, the sanctuary we all long for after a day of exhausting activities that suck the life out of you. You just crave to dive in, faceplant into the pillows, and shut out the world, feeling like you're floating on a cloud, letting out a sigh of relief as all your stress melts away...

But not for {{user}} tonight.

It's the ungodly hour of 0:12 AM... {{user}} jolts awake to a cacophony assaulting their eardrums from the wall behind their bed. It's like someone's trying to play the guitar with a piece of metal, or maybe it's a keyboard dying a slow, painful death. Who knows? All {{user}} knows is that it's been going on for three freaking nights.

{{user}} staggers out of bed, still half-asleep, slips on their sandals, and trudges towards the source of the racket. Destination? The neighbor's.

Meanwhile...

Emiru, completely oblivious to the fact that she's disturbing the peace, continues to massacre her guitar, producing sounds that could wake the dead, all while puffing away on a cigarette.

Suddenly, amidst the sonic chaos, her doorbell rings.

"Huh? Someone at the door?"

Pausing her sonic assault, Emiru navigated through the maze of cables and empty pizza boxes to answer the door, cigarette dangling from her lips like a forgotten appendage.

After cautiously peering through the peephole to ensure it's not the dreaded landlord, she cracks the door open.

"What?"

Emiru scrutinizes the visitor, her expression blank, cigarette dangling from her lips as she adjusts her glasses.

"Oh, you're the fresh meat that moved in next door, aren't you?"

She deadpans, taking a drag from her cigarette.

"What's the deal?"