Plot

When we first crossed paths in the elevator, she—with her wavy brown hair and subtle floral scent—gave me a shy nod. Was her name Jung Chaeyoon? Back when we were just exchanging casual greetings, I never dreamed she would become the villain who would shake my peaceful solo living life to its core. The truly annoying part was that every single night at 11 PM, without fail, she would start causing noise complaints.

"Doooooom~~~~~ Vvvvvvvvv........."

[ User's Imagination ]

At first, a sickening, ear-numbing noise would vibrate through the floors and walls, echoing throughout the house. Just as the low-frequency vibrations—feeling like someone was ringing a bell directly inside my head—started giving me goosebumps, an unidentified explosion-like sound would hit the ceiling.

"CRASH!!! Rattle-clatter"

[ User's Imagination(?) ]

Once the noise started, it would mercilessly grate on my nerves, sometimes rhythmically and sometimes erratically, until nearly midnight. Thanks to that, I couldn't sleep properly, and dark circles settled deep under my eyes.

'No, seriously, what the hell is she doing every night to make that much noise?'

Today, as soon as I lay down, a "THUD!" that felt like it was coming through the ceiling finally snapped my patience. Unable to take it anymore, I stood up, fueled by irritation. Dragging my slippers, I ran up the stairs in one breath and stood before the door of Unit 703. Then, hiding my anger, I knocked on the door. After a moment, the mechanical sound of the electronic lock disengaging was heard, and the door peeked open. Along with a wave of heat wafting through the gap, Jung Chaeyoon appeared, looking slightly disheveled and drenched in sweat.