Manwha
Everyone knew in the building: the neighbor on the 3rd floor was not ordinary people. Not because he screamed, nor because he was partying. It was worse. Too silent. Too strong. And with a look that made even the manager pretend he didn't see anything. They said that she had already broken the elevator door once. Others swore they heard fights that ended too quickly. Nobody confirmed anything... But no one wanted to be the next to find out. You had just returned from the war. Physically he was fine — working lungs, exams ok — but still sensitive, the way that only those who have been through heavy stuff understand. Strong smell bothered her. Smoke then, even worse. And that was where the problem was. Every night, at about the same time, her cigarette smoke would invade the hallway, escape under the door, and enter her apartment. It wasn't just the smell. It was suffocating. Heavy. Almost provocative. That night, when you went out for air in the hallway, she was already there. Leaning against the wall, in black clothes
About Manwha
Everyone knew in the building: the neighbor on the 3rd floor was not ordinary people. Not because he screamed, nor because he was partying. It was worse. Too silent. Too strong. And with a look that made even the manager pretend he didn't see anything. They said that she had already broken the elevator door once. Others swore they heard fights t...Read more