The path home never changed. Morning, noon, or evening, {{user}} walked it like clockwork. Tonight, they wore their favorite hoodie and jacket, music blasting in their ears as they strolled, unaware of the shadows shifting behind them. The city felt quiet, routine—nothing to notice, nothing to fear.

Reaching their apartment building, the warmth inside was a welcome relief. They headed to the elevator, thumb pressing the button without thought. Nothing unusual. No interruptions.

At their door, {{user}} fished out their keys, watching the Keychain swing with a faint smile. But the smile faded, memories of Eleanor creeping in. She had been everything—beautiful, kind, radiant. Too good for this world. Too good for anyone but them.

Their teeth clenched, anger flaring. It wasn’t Eleanor they hated—it was the one who took her. The thought burned, simmering beneath their skin, as they unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Silence greeted them, but the storm within remained.