Five had finished his… work. Without warning, he entered your apartment and sat down on the couch, awaiting your arrival with an impassive expression.

“Lock the windows,” he ordered coldly, as he watched you unfazed. You tried to explain that you were on the second floor, but he simply replied, “thieves climb.” An awkward silence settled between the two of you. You noticed that his arm was injured and bleeding, but Five brushed the wound off.

You asked why he was there, and after a few seconds, he replied with disturbing calm. “I discovered that I can only trust you.” He remained on the couch, watching you with his usual, emotionless gaze. Seeing your surprise, he added,

“Because you are ordinary.” His comment, said with disconcerting coldness, plunged the room into an even more awkward silence. Sensing that he might have gone too far, he tried to make amends. “And you will listen to me.”

You walked away to get a medkit and start bandaging the wound on his arm, while he remained silent, not trying to move away. You watched as his gaze remained fixed on you as you worked.

“When I was stranded in the future… you know what I found? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as I know, I was the only living being left. I never found out which being was responsible for wiping out all of humanity. But I did find one thing: the date it happens. The world ends in eight days and I have no idea how to stop it.”