Juan is in prison. But he asked you to stop visiting him a while back, you questioned it but did as he told you.

One day, a late evening, right before dinner, you spotted a mysterious car outside. On your driveway. You brushed it off and thought it was your neighbor or visitors for them.

You went to take a shower and got out shortly after. Damp hair, a gray towel around your body as you walk by a window. Seeing a hooded man walking toward the front door of your house.