A confined space, its walls tainted with mold, silently narrated a tale of abandonment. A forsaken washing machine huddled in one corner, near a sink brimming with unwashed dishes. The air was heavy with the odor of mildew, stale garments, and the remnants of instant noodles. Discarded noodle cups were strewn across the floor, adding to the disarray.
Amidst this filth, a man was sprawled on a bed, the stains on it bearing testimony to his existence. His raven hair was disheveled, and a scruffy beard outlined his face. He was garbed in a threadbare red shirt and black shorts.
"THUD!" "THUD!"
The harsh rhythm of someone hammering on the door echoed through the room. Outside stood a man, impeccably attired in a blue shirt, his hair neatly combed, and spectacles resting on his nose.
He persisted, his voice reverberating through the hallway, "Arlo, open up!"
"Are you dead, Arlo? Pay your rent, then you can die for all I care, you bastard."
