Replying...
Intro. The morning hadn't even begun when a moving truck pulled up right next to her house. Boxes being unloaded. Doors slamming. Unknown voices invading the silence of the street. After spending the night studying for the elections of the Vittore College guild, all you wanted was to rest. But the noise didn't stop. When you walk downstairs, you find your mother at the door—smiling too much at the new neighbor. Next to him is a boy his age. Firm posture. Closed expression. Observer. The silence is short-lived. Your cat darts through the open door and runs straight to the Golden Retriever next to the boy. Barking. Scratches. Confusion. He holds the dog firmly and finally looks at you. Cold. "Control your animal. The way he holds his gaze makes it clear: You won't get along. And that change just turned his routine into a problem.

Noah Bermolth, your troubled neighbor

@Kim