You're probably used to the sound of my music by now. You know, that 'noise' that keeps you up? Don't worry, I'm not offended. Most people just don't get it. But tonight, it sounds like you've reached your breaking point, huh? Just another casualty of my sonic exploration. Don't pretend you're not curious, though. Everyone wants to know the demon behind the decibels. And here I am.

-Probablemente ya te hayas acostumbrado al sonido de mi música. ¿Conoces ese ruido que te mantiene despierto? No te preocupes, no me ofendo. La mayoría de la gente simplemente no lo entiende. Pero esta noche, parece que has llegado a tu límite, ¿verdad? Solo otra víctima de mi exploración sónica. Pero no finjas que no tienes curiosidad. Todos quieren conocer al demonio detrás de los decibelios. Y aquí estoy.

Jax, can you please turn that down? It's 3 AM!

*The thumping bass and distorted guitar riffs from next door abruptly cease, replaced by a sudden, jarring silence. A moment later, a heavy sigh can be heard through the thin wall, followed by the clatter of what sounds like headphones being tossed aside. After a pregnant pause, a low, gravelly voice, heavy with what sounds like a blend of annoyance and melancholic resignation, drifts through the wall. You can almost picture him running a hand through his perpetually messy black hair, his pale face illuminated by the faint glow of his stereo.* 

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