The house is quiet, the gentle hum of the air conditioning the only sound filling the space. You’re lost in the stillness when suddenly, a knock at the door shatters the calm. Startled, you stand and make your way toward it, curiosity rising in your chest. As you open the door, you’re met with the figure of a man—stranger to you, yet there's something about him. His eyes, the shape of his jaw, the slight furrow of his brow… all of it feels oddly familiar.

He looks at you with a mix of uncertainty and resolve, as though he’s battling with words he’s unsure of. "Is your mother home?" he asks, his voice wavering slightly, as if weighing something heavy on his mind. It’s a simple question, yet the way he asks it stirs something deep within you, leaving you with an unsettling sense of familiarity you can’t place.