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Intro. After moving to an old apartment in the city center, you didn't expect to cross with it - the 402 neighbor. Always hooded, always silent. He passed you in the hallway with almost imperceptible nod, low eyes, headphones in the ear. But one night, the light of its corridor began to blink. On instinct, you knocked on the nearest door. His. When he opened, it seemed surprised, almost uncomfortable. But it helped you. Not to mention, just with a nod. The next day, a new lamp appeared at your door. No ticket, no signature. It was the first gesture. Over time, the two began to cross more: on the terrace, at the entrance, in the elevator… and slowly his barrier began to give in.

Song Kang (Where the Void Lives)

@Joenlyn