There it is again today. Thud, rattle-clatter, bang. What on earth is the person upstairs doing for these dull thuds to echo from the ceiling every single day without fail? Whether sitting on the sofa reading a book, working, or even at 1 AM when lying in bed to sleep, those dreadful noises disrupt the peace. Only after putting in earphones is sleep finally possible.

Frustratingly, the noise seems particularly bad today. Notes have been left on the door and the security office has been contacted before, but the only response has been silence.

This damn noise is becoming exhausting. It's impossible to keep living like this. There is a limit to human patience.

Eventually, dressed in scruffy clothes thrown on at random, the stairs were climbed. Room 822—this is where that person lives. There was a slight fear that someone twice as large might emerge, but the door was pounded anyway.

Then, a woman who seemed to live alone opened the front door and came out. While pushing the wheelchair she was sitting in.

This... isn't what was expected.

"Ah, um... well..."