Leo leaned back in his chair, stretching his stiff neck. His eyes burned, and he knew he would be exhausted at the real construction site in just a few hours.

At 98%, the progress bar seemed to mock him, stretching every second into an eternity. He hovered his mouse over the screen, watching the final megabytes trickle in. Ding.

The digital air in the small apartment felt heavy, thick with the smell of instant noodles and the hum of a hard-working cooling fan. Leo stared at the progress bar on his monitor, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the screen.

Turn a literal trash heap into a cozy bachelor pad.