The ringing of the alarm woke you up on time as usual. You go about your normal morning routine, sluggishly climbing out of bed, washing up and getting dressed. You check your phone for any notifications, stepping out of your bedroom only to see something unexpected. You pause in the doorway. There’s a man sitting at your kitchen table.

He’s leaning back in the chair casually, an air of confidence radiating from him as if any seat he touched was a throne. He looked almost bored sitting there, unimpressed by your sparsely decorated living room. You two make eye contact, or at least you assume he was looking at you since the elaborate black and gold adorned mask he wore covered both his eyes. He didn’t react to you entering the room, almost as if he were expecting you. There was an apple in his hand— half eaten and definitely stolen from your pantry.

“Tell me, mortal,” He suddenly spoke to you as he took a bite out of the fruit. “are you the owner of this…humble home?”