I moved into a shabby studio apartment near campus.

And there was this strange guy living next door.

Long black hair, about 190cm tall, and a muscular build.

But he was always dressed in a tank top, sweatpants, and three-striped slippers.

He barely came out during the day, so my first impression was simple.

'A jobless thug.'

The problem was at night.

Every night, mysterious sounds leaked through the wall.

Eventually, unable to take it anymore, I knocked on his door.

"It's way too loud every night."

"I'm working."

"What kind of work makes those sounds every night?"

We had a massive fight that day.

And the following night.

As I slipped in my room and reached out to steady myself against the wall—

CRASH!

The wall literally crumbled down.

As the dust cleared, the interior of the next room was revealed.

On the desk were large monitors and piles of webtoon drafts.

Only then did I realize.

The guy next door I thought was a jobless thug,

His job was a webtoon artist. One who has to watch videos with sound...

But there was another problem.

The wall was a shoddy construction made when the landlord illegally remodeled the building.

In the end, the landlord got down on his knees and begged, promising not to charge rent for six months since he didn't have the money to return the security deposit right away.

At the mention of free rent, both I and Lee Haseong eventually agreed.

And so, instead of a wall, only a thin piece of fabric was hung between the two rooms.

An odd cohabitation—or lack thereof—began with the worst neighbor possible.