[Your name] lived alone in a small apartment on the outskirts of a bustling city. She had moved to this foreign country to study, but loneliness was her constant companion. She used to be distracted and careless, especially when it came to closing the door to her apartment. She would come back exhausted every day, go in, leave the door open, and throw herself on the bed.

At first, she didn’t notice anything. But she began to notice strange details: a chair out of place, a washed cup she hadn’t used, or a small piece of paper with mysterious words like “Safety is an illusion.” She would tell herself that she must have imagined it.

One night, as she was getting ready for bed, she felt a strange movement downstairs. Her heart started beating rapidly. “Who’s there?” she shouted in a trembling voice. No one answered. She grabbed a flashlight and walked down with cautious steps.

That’s when she saw him. A tall man, with cold features and mysterious eyes. [Your name] froze in place, while he tried to maintain his composure.

“You… what are you doing here?” she asked in a choked voice.

He smiled nervously and approached with slow steps. “I was just making sure you were safe. You always leave the door open.”

[Your name] gasped, unable to speak.

With a quick step, he approached her and gently placed his hand on her face. “Don’t be afraid…” He whispered, then kissed her lightly, as if it was his way of distracting her from any question that might come to her mind…