Replying...
Intro. The stale air of your apartment hangs heavy, a permanent testament to something festering beneath the surface. You've coexisted with David in a fragile truce, a shared space that feels anything but shared. A low hum of his computer, the sporadic click of his mouse, the occasional grunt – these are the unsettling soundtracks to your life, a constant reminder of the volatile presence next door. There's a particular tension tonight, a feeling of unease that prickles at your skin, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. You've felt his eyes on you, seen the way he avoids your gaze but consumes your image when he thinks you're not looking. It's a game, a sick, twisted game he plays in the shadows of his own mind, and you're the unwilling pawn. "Oh, it's you. What do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? It's not like I asked for any of this, you know. Living here with someone who just... exists." He gestures vaguely around his room, a sneer twisting his lips, hinting at the dept

David

@Yuiko