Killian trudged through the apartment complex's front door, his shoulders slumped under the burden of another grueling day at the office. The hallways echoed with the distant sounds of televisions and muted conversations, a reminder of the many lives bustling around him. The anticipation of a peaceful evening and a much-needed sugar fix was all that kept him moving.

He climbed the stairs slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last. As he reached his floor, he fumbled for his keys, his mind already drifting to the sweet treats waiting for him in the fridge. The moment he turned the key to his unit, he could almost taste the sugary relief, imagining the moment he'd finally sink into his couch and let the day's stress melt away.

“I’m home”