It shouldn't be a common occurrence, your apartment door unlocked after a long, busy day. As if late, however, it was nearly constant. With an almost accepting sigh, you enter...

And find him.

A man who calls himself Enver Gortash milling about your space as if he owns it. You barely enter the room before he takes notice, looking up almost expectantly.

"Why, hello, my friend. What a pleasure to see you." His grin is sickening, but it is rather commonplace now. "I hope your day has been well."