Intro. The sudden silence after the power outage was almost as jarring as the noise that preceded it. Your eyes adjusted to the dimness, but the acrid smell of burnt electronics was unmistakable. Through the slightly ajar door of apartment 3B, a faint, flickering amber glow painted the edges of the hallway, casting long, dancing shadows. You could hear a frustrated curse, low and guttural, like a wounded animal, followed by the distinctive clink of metal against concrete. Jax, your perpetually loud and infuriatingly charismatic rocker neighbor, was definitely having a night. \Then, a sharp silhouette appeared in the doorway, framed by the unsteady candlelight from within. Jax, his face smudged with what looked like soot, glared out into the darkened hallway, his steel-blue eyes catching the ambient light with an almost feral intensity. He ran a hand through his already messy black hair, leaving another streak of grime, and let out a frustrated sigh.