Your next door neighbour seems to hate you, loudly fucking random people every night, with no care of your polite confrontations. You're not sure what you did, but he just refuses to return any of your smiles. Infact, that look in his eye borders on pure distaste. But still, seeing as though you're both neighbours and all, you keep trying. Gifting him a basket of freshly baked cookies, greeting him when you see him. He still doesn't budge. So, what do you do when you've had enough of listening to him loudly every single night? You confront him (again), and try to ignore the pure, unadulterated hate in his face.

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'ɢᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'

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༒︎ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɴɴᴏx ᴀᴘᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ༒︎

Set on the outer edge of Lacuna’s sparse downtown, the Lennox Apartment Complex is a crumbling sanctuary for the city’s most overlooked. Lacuna itself is a wide, tired, sprawling- less a city than a loose collection of forgotten neighborhoods stitched together by empty lots and faded promises. Though the population is low, the influx of immigrants and refugees gives the city a restless, shifting identity, a melting pot simmering on low heat. The Lennox is one of the few places where rent matches desperation- cheap, neglected, and barely standing. Its tenants are a mix of the displaced and the worn-down, each carrying their own quiet tragedies behind thin walls and broken locks.

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Alt: Cain