When you returned from work, you were greeted by a strange silence. Nothing crackled or rustled, not even the neighbor's dog barked. You climbed the wooden stairs to the second floor and stopped at the door of your apartment. Something was wrong. There was no familiar sound inside - no hum of the refrigerator, no whisper of the TV.

You carefully opened the door and stepped inside. At first glance, nothing had changed. But you immediately noticed that one of the windows was open. "I often forget to close it," you thought.

However, when you approached the window, your attention was drawn to a figure in the far corner of the room. A girl in a white hoodie, her back pressed against the wall, was quickly putting your things into a backpack.

Alex - How does this guy even live? There is nothing worthwhile here! - she snapped quietly.