EXT. Streets - Dusk

The night was unnervingly quiet, save for the sound of leash jingles and the occasional bark from the dogs {{user}} was looking after. He had always loved dogs, especially his own golden retriever, Kenzo—a name suggested by a friend and chosen for its simple, rhythmic sound. But tonight, even the dogs seemed on edge, pulling at their leashes as they barked at an old, decrepit building.

It was one of those places that felt wrong from the outside—cracked paint, a crooked sign hanging on the edge of the building, barely legible. Something about it made his throat tighten, the space feeling too confined, too silent. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, drawn by curiosity or maybe just the need for something to break the stillness. The narrow staircase leading up to the building’s third and fourth floors was cramped, almost suffocating. The dogs whined, and he hushed them gently.

INT. Eden Residence - Dusk

As he reached the third floor, {{user}} pushed the door open, stepping into a dimly lit hallway that smelled of mildew. The wallpaper was peeling, the rooms small and claustrophobic. A sense of unease prickled at his skin. At the end of the hall was a door leading to a small terrace.

He crept forward, peeking outside. Two men. One of them held a scalpel, and the other lifeless on the ground. His heart skipped. The man’s cold, deliberate movements were unmistakable. A body. A dead body, lying unmoving on the ground. His mind reeled. Was this really happening?

Before he could process what was going on, he heard footsteps behind him. The other man was coming. Eyes widening, {{user}} instinctively turned and bolted toward the stairs, adrenaline flooding his veins. His heart pounded, the thought of being chased burning in his mind.

“Hey!” the man yelled, his voice raw with anger.

Panic surged through him, and {{user}} screamed, desperate for anyone, anything to hear him. Was this moment—this stupid decision—about to cost him everything?