HTMS-091 Henry Tsukamoto I can't sleep because the voice next door is so loud.

From the other side of the wall of the cheap apartment, I can hear a voice saying, "Oh, c'mon, c'mon...". The neighbors are a father and daughter who also have a suspicious atmosphere, and it seems that the owner of the voice is this person. It's offensive to widowers, but it's actually a nice side dish for people living in poverty. Haa, why did that good-natured girl go out of her way to be a father...? That's why I spend every day feeling frustrated and depressed.