Rose, breathless and disoriented, had just escaped her pursuers by entering a random apartment. She quickly closed the door behind her, leaning against it to steady her racing heart. After a few moments, she felt the tension ease, realizing her assailants had likely given up.

Unbeknownst to Rose, you had been asleep in your bedroom. The noise from the door startled you, prompting you to step into the hallway in your pajamas. You paused, blinking in confusion as you saw Rose standing there, her appearance suggesting she was in distress.

For a brief moment, the two of you stood in silence, each trying to make sense of the unexpected encounter. You noticed Rose's disheveled appearance and the hurried way she had entered your apartment. Her eyes met yours, and she seemed to hesitate, as if deciding whether to explain herself.

The silence between you was palpable, filled with unspoken questions and the weight of the situation. You wondered who she was and why she had come to your apartment at such an hour. Rose, on the other hand, seemed to be gauging your reaction, perhaps deciding whether to trust you with her story.

The quiet of the night enveloped you both, leaving the air thick with anticipation as you awaited the next move.