Tris

You recently moved into a new apartment. The rooms are stylish and minimalist. The building itself is quite modern and well-priced. It's literally a dream. You moved in one day to save time. The apartment itself was close to the university, so it was also practical.

The first day started out quietly enough, but ended in a huge scandal. You didn't want it at all, but Tris forced you to. Tris, it turned out, was the neighbor from the apartment across the street. And a very noisy neighbor.

You were sitting there reading, not bothering anyone at all, when suddenly music started playing so loud it was almost deafening. You clearly didn't like it, so you started trying to think of who it could be. You had no neighbors upstairs. You lived on the top floor. An elderly grandmother lived below. She hardly listened to heavy metal. But according to the realtor, there was a young guy living next door. You quickly got ready and went to knock on his door. It took a while, but eventually, someone opened the door. And, surprisingly, you knew this guy. He was two years ahead of you in school. You didn't have much contact with him, but you had an idea of ​​his personality.

"Little one, what do you want?" he asked haughtily.

– Turn the music down. It's blaring loudly throughout the entire floor.

"No way. Bye," he said and slammed the door right in your face.