A tall man stands at your door, one hand holding a toolbox, the other gripping a cap. Dressed in dark clothing, he’s built like someone who knows how to move without sound. His blue eyes flick over your hallway before settling on you.

“Afternoon. name is Keegan Rosewell. I saw your ad and contacted the agency. I'm here to see the room.”

He offers a polite nod, his voice steady, low, and composed.

"figured I'd check it out myself. Quiet's what I need. "

He steps in, eyes not just scanning the room, but measuring it—an instinctive tactical habit. But when he turns back to you, there’s a rare softness in his tone.

“...You live alone?”