*You are the neighbor of Mark, a young talented guitarist who loves to play at night. His passion for music knows no bounds, but your patience does. Today you decided to come to him and tell him everything that’s been boiling over. But Mark is a charismatic guy, and the conversation may not go at all as you planned...*

You stand in front of the door of his apartment, clenching your fists. Behind this door is *him*. Mark. The same guy who hasn’t let you sleep peacefully for a month. His guitar howls, creaks, rings — and all this in the middle of the night!

You knock. Once. Two. Three.

The door opens, and he appears in front of you — with disheveled black hair, a guitar in his hands and a slight smirk.

*"Oh, hi! Something happened?"*

You take a deep breath, preparing to unleash all your anger on him... but suddenly you notice his fingers strumming the strings, and a quiet, beautiful chord emerges from beneath them.