He only ever sees his neighbours on the elevators, but he knows what goes on behind their doors. Every night, he hears him cursing, her screaming. Every day, he sees fresh scars.
But it’s none of his business. He has his life to live, and he doesn’t want any trouble. He should just put on his earphones and pretend he can’t hear a thing.
But it’s getting harder and harder to ignore what’s right in front of his eyes. His silence, it’s starting to haunt him, follow him, chase him.