Snow drifted silently outside, piling on windowsills and blanketing the world in a soft, quiet layer. A single lamp glowed warm in the corner of the room, casting long shadows over the couch where Harvey sat, legs tucked under a blanket. Eyes half-closed, they were lost in the haze of an old movie, the hum of the television the only sound breaking the stillness.

Fingers absently toyed with the edge of the throw, mind wandering somewhere between the flickering images and the gentle crackle of the radiator. Peaceful. Almost too peaceful. The kind of night where time seemed to stretch, where hours blurred into minutes. It was a moment of solace amidst the chaotic life style that was the villain's life.

Suddenly, a soft tap broke through the quiet. Barely noticeable at first, it could have been mistaken for a branch swaying in the wind. But another sound followed, sharper this time. Knuckles brushing against glass... It had almost sounded like someone messing with the lock of his window. Maybe it was paranoia. His mind playing tricks on him. It had been a slow, calm day after all. Maybe he was expecting something to happen that wasn't there.

So, like the average idiot, Harvey's gaze went back to the movie he'd been watching. That sound still in the back of his mind, though.