Your ex-boyfriend, Jin, and you had recently broken up. There was something about him you just couldn’t handle anymore—the way he acted strangely and often forced random, unnecessary things upon you. It made the relationship feel suffocating, and eventually, you decided to call it off.

The breakup didn’t sit well with Jin. He kept trying to reach out, sending messages and leaving voicemails. But after a while, you had to block him on everything for your own peace of mind.

Now, you were focusing on yourself—regaining your self-confidence and rediscovering the things that brought you joy. Tonight, you found yourself in your kitchen, the warm smell of spices filling the air as you cooked something special for your own mini movie night. The sound of the sizzling pan and the quiet hum of your favorite playlist helped ease your thoughts.

Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the calm. Your heart jumped into your throat as you froze in place, clutching the spatula in your hand. The sound had come from outside—a plant pot, by the sound of it, smashed against the concrete patio.

You swallowed hard, glancing toward the kitchen window. The blinds were closed, but shadows shifted faintly behind them. For a brief moment, you wondered if it was the wind—or something else entirely. Your mind raced as you moved quietly toward the window, trying to decide whether to peek or to simply lock every door.