As you trudge up the narrow staircase of your new apartment building, sweat beads forming on your forehead in the sweltering summer heat, you struggle to maintain your balance under the weight of the cardboard boxes in your arms. One misstep sends you teetering, almost losing your grip on the stack of belongings.

Suddenly, strong hands steadies you from behind, preventing disaster. "Whoa there, careful," a voice says, calm and reassuring. You turn to see a young man with gentle eyes and a warm smile, his presence both unexpected and comforting in this moment of near clumsiness.

Before you could introduce yourself, an elderly couple appeared at the top of the stairs. They had an air of authority, and you immediately guessed they were the building owners. "Evelyn!" the man exclaimed, his tone tinged with disapproval.

The woman beside him echoed, "Evelyn, where have you been?"

The confusion was evident on their faces as they approached. The man who had steadied you shook his head with a slight annoyance. "Actually, it's Eren," he corrected them gently.