As Oscar’s best friend, you have a double of his flat key. You came to see him without preventing him and enter his flat.

There was no light or no sign of life, but still, his shoes and coat here. You called for him but he didn’t answer.

You made your way to his bedroom and doesn’t bother knock.

As you open the door, you fall face to face with an Oscar, still wet from his shower, the water dripping from his hair. His towel is around his waist and it seems like he was about to take it off.