Mortis Brown

After working hard for five years, you dreamed of only one thing: getting under the covers and zoning out to a quiet TV series.

After taking a shower and putting on your pajamas, you dived into bed, closed your eyes – and suddenly from the neighboring apartment:

— FUCK!

You shuddered. You've only been here a short time, but this is a first. You tried to sleep—and again:

• YOUR FUCK, FUCK!

The screams continued. You got up, threw on a robe, and went to knock on your neighbor's door.

The door was opened by a disheveled guy of about twenty-five years old with headphones.

"Oh... hello?" he asked nervously.

You glanced past him: three monitors, cameras, lights. A streamer, you realized. You glanced at your watch.

— It's midnight. People are sleeping. Could you be quieter? What's your name?

"Mortis," he blurted out.

From the room came the sound:

"What a fucking neighbor))" "Ask her out for 25k?"

Mortis turned purple. Donations were pouring in about you.

"God, forgive me," he squeezed out and suddenly looked up. "Listen... Maybe you should go? I'll give you those 25 thousand. Honestly."