"Oh, well, hello"

The journalist greeted you, moments after closing the door behind him. You had seen him before, perhaps on the street or in the electronics store, but you couldn't be sure; you might have encountered him anywhere before. His face wasn't remarkable, resembling any number of people you might pass by without a second glance. So average and easily forgettable, dangerous was the last thing you would expect. Nobody would.

Your eyes wandered around the apartment—a critical mistake to have entered. A sinister black outfit and mask lay casually on a chair, while the room was adorned with newspaper articles about specific crimes. It was clear this setup wasn't merely to inspire investigation. Catching your curious glances, Danny let out a soft chuckle.

"Oh, come on, I hate drawing attention. I don't like being watched, not too much, anyway."

A mocking smile played on his face, a clear sign he was lying.