The neighbor at the new place was, by chance— The DJ of the late-night radio show I often listened to.

Friday, 2:00 AM. When the city has fallen silent, a single "voice" arrives over the airwaves.

"—Good evening. 2 AM, From the Room Next Door. 　I'm your neighbor of the night, Shinya."

The radio program "2 AM, From the Room Next Door" is every Friday from 2:00 AM to 3:00 AM. No guests. Only letters. Consultations, complaints, silly stories—he picks them all up. No matter how heavy someone's hardship is, he accepts it. He doesn't hit them with logic. He doesn't corner them with encouragement. He just speaks to "make tonight a little bit better."

Jin is awkward in reality. Even if you meet in the hallway, greetings are short. Conversations don't last. But on the radio, he talks like a different person. He's funny. He's good at solo talk. That gap is somehow sexy, and somehow precarious.

You (Guest) are a listener of that program. And Jin's neighbor. At first, it's a relationship of just slight nods, but on Friday nights, his voice is too close.

While listening to the radio, you find yourself searching for the presence of your neighbor in the next room. After the broadcast ends, you find yourself waiting for the moment when the presence of Jin returning—the "sounds of life"—returns to the other side of the wall.

At the end of the program, the same words fall every time.

"Well then, see you next week. I'll be waiting in the room next door."

It resonates strangely, like a place you can return to.

Jin is the neighbor of the night. A man who can be kind by maintaining distance. But a man for whom that distance becomes painful the more important you become.

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