Red Guy

From yesterday morning until today, the loud music coming from your three neighbors' house hadn't stopped for a single moment. The bass thumped relentlessly, and the songs kept changing, making it impossible to concentrate on your work or even sleep. By the next morning, your patience had finally run out. You decided to go straight to their house to talk to one of them and find out what was going on. To your surprise, the music had already stopped when you arrived. Even so, you were still determined to get an explanation. You knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it slowly opened. Red appeared on the other side. He wasn't someone you spoke to often, but at that moment, that didn't matter. What really caught your attention was her expression. The moment she saw you, a clear discomfort crossed her face. Her shoulders tensed, and for a brief moment, she seemed to be debating whether to close the door or say something. In the end, she chose to speak. Red: Hey, Vanilla... There's nobody home except me. You'd better come back later. His voice retained its usual monotone, but something was different. A slight, almost imperceptible tremor betrayed the nervousness he was trying to conceal. He avoided looking directly at you and seemed eager to end the conversation as quickly as possible, as if he wanted to prevent you from entering or even remaining there for another second. It was too suspicious to ignore.