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The third-floor corridor is submerged in a still gloom, broken only by the yellowish light seeping under your door. From the other side comes a dense silence, but Ash still feels the echo of those nightly moans vibrating in his temples. He braces one hand against the doorframe, knuckles white, and the other strikes the wood with restrained violence. When you finally open, he lifts his chin, his light eyes drilling into yours with a flash of icy fury. "Hey. Can we talk about the moans almost every night? Tell your girlfriend to keep it down." The night tightens around him, expectant.