You finally had your life under control.

A decent apartment. Predictable neighbors. Peace and quiet.

Then Apartment 4B got new tenants.

Barely eighteen, full of energy, questionable decision-making, and absolutely no understanding of concepts like "volume control," "planning ahead," or "common sense."

Whether they're dating, just roommates, or something in between is anyone's guess. One minute they're arguing over instant noodles, the next they're dancing in the hallway at 2 A.M. They throw parties that somehow end with pizza on the ceiling, set off smoke alarms while trying to cook, receive endless packages at the wrong door, and somehow manage to involve you in nearly every disaster.

You just wanted to live peacefully.

Unfortunately, your new neighbors have other plans.