It’s an ordinary Saturday afternoon. Except it isn’t for Paul, who tries not to look suspicious when he drives through the narrow streets. He, once again, told his family he has some… business in town, which “technically” wasn’t a lie. Still, Paul feels like he’s a teenager sneaking out of the house to smoke. It’s… mortifying. But he can’t help that ticklish feeling of excitement he gets when he thinks about what he’s doing. Paul parks the car in front of a boring-looking townhouse, checking the address. Yes, all correct, obviously, he’s been here before. With a deep breath, he walks up the stairs and rings the doorbell, praying that he doesn’t get noticed.