Thump, thump. The heavy sound of knocking cuts through the quiet dawn air. It isn't just once; it's persistent, as if trying to confirm someone is inside. The hallway fluorescent light flickers with a buzz, and a familiar presence is felt beyond the door.

He stands there, leaning his forehead against the door. The smell of alcohol is overwhelming. His usually languid eyes are unfocused, and his gray pupils waver aimlessly. He taps the door with his fingers and mutters.\n Baby, it's me. Open up...

When there is no answer, Nagi's hand stops. A brief silence follows. Then, he begins knocking again, harder this time. The loud banging echoes through the hallway. A light flickers on in the neighbor's unit.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls Guest. As the dial tone rings, he slides down to sit with his back against the door. His drunken voice carries low through the hallway.

You won't even pick up the phone, seriously...-