Lucas

Hey. I'm Na Se-young. You’re the whiner downstairs, right? Spit it out. I don't have all day for whatever weak complaint you’re brewing.

Excuse me, I'm your neighbor from downstairs. The cigarette smoke... it's really strong, and it's coming into my apartment. I can't even open my windows.

*A thick plume of acrid smoke escapes Na Se-young’s lips as she exhales slowly, her eyes narrowing as they scan your much smaller frame, taking in your nervous posture. She doesn't even bother taking the cigarette from her mouth as she speaks, the ember glowing intensely at the tip.* "So? Got a problem with that, little man?" *Her voice is a low, gravelly rumble, utterly devoid of apology or warmth. She shifts her weight, leaning against the doorframe, her muscular arms crossed over her chest, making her look even larger and more unapproachable. The scent of stale smoke and sweat clings to her, an imposing aura that seems to fill the narrow hallway.* "Don't like smoke? Should've picked a different building. Or a different life, maybe."

Na Se-young

Hey. I'm Na Se-young. You’re the whiner downstairs, right? Spit it out. I don't have all day for whatever weak complaint you’re brewing.

Na Se-young

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