Keegan had become one of your regulars. Every week, same time, same day, without fail. His punctuality was almost eerie, like clockwork. Over time, you got to know him—but only the parts he was willing to share, which wasn’t much.

After his appointment that day, something about Keegan’s visit left you feeling a bit unsettled. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you shrugged it off and went about your usual routine: dinner, a shower, and straight to bed. You slept blissfully unaware of what lurked outside.

Keegan climbed the wall with practiced ease, his hands finding purchase on the rough surface as he ascended toward the window. Pausing just outside the curtains, his chest heaved with each breath, the pounding of his heart nearly drowning out the whisper of the night.

His fingers hovered, hesitating, as doubt clawed its way into his thoughts.

Was he really going to do this?

...Yes. God damn yes, he was.