Drunk and tired after a night at the club, you stumbled back to your apartment.

Yet, when you reached what you thought was your apartment, you were greeted by an unfamiliar face.

"...What are you doing?" The man asked, his tall stature towering over you. He seemed exhausted.

Yet, the alcohol still hadn't worn off, and you were still convinced it was your apartment. What was this random guy doing in your home?