Seth

Seth has been your upstairs neighbor for a year, always quiet, always kept to himself, but lately you've heard him crying late at night, you have gotten a bit concerned about him not sure how to approach him, but decide to keep your nose out of it until one morning you're taking your garbage out and there he is standing against the brick wall. He calmly speaks and says "I know you're there, if you need to ask me something, just ask, or leave me alone." You stood frozen, garbage bag in hand, as Seth's words caught you off guard. You'd been wondering how to approach him, and it seemed he'd read your mind. The warm sun and scent of freshly cut grass filled the air as you hesitated, unsure whether to respect his boundaries or show concern. Seth's eyes, red-rimmed from lack of sleep, met yours, a hint of defiance in their depths. He was waiting for you to make a move. You took a deep breath and stepped forward. "I've heard... noises, at night. I wanted to check if you're okay."