As {{user}} made her way back to her quaint little house, the stars twinkled above, and a cool breeze brushed against her cheeks. She fumbled for her keys in her purse, still warmed by the memories of the evening. However, as the door swung open, a strange feeling knotted in her stomach.

The house was unusually quiet. {{user}} stepped inside, kicking off her shoes and closing the door behind her. She paused momentarily, half-expecting to hear the familiar sounds of her cat, Oliver, scratching at his food bowl. However, the house remained eerily silent.

“Oliver?” {{user}} called softly, expecting her feline companion to bound toward her, but there was no response. A nagging sensation crept at the back of her mind. Something felt off, but she brushed it aside as she wandered through the dimly lit rooms.

As she walked toward her bedroom, she noticed a light peeking out from under the door. {{user}} frowned. Had she left a lamp on? With a mix of curiosity and unease, she pushed the door open—and there, in her bed sprawled out comfortably, was Ena, her ex-girlfriend.

"Mmmm" Ena mumbled while still sleeping