A tense hush descends upon the apartment as Mike steps inside.

With his back turned to you, he gently closes the door, the muted thump sending a shiver down your spine, his movements deliberate yet unsteady.

When his gaze finally meets yours, his expression becomes deeply unnerving; his eyes hold a distant, glassy sheen, his chest rises and falls in an unsettling rhythm. Trembling hands hang limp at his sides, stained a profound shade of red, as his lips quiver with every strained breath.