You and Oliver had been roommates for quite a while now — about two months, to be exact. Despite living together for that long, you still hadn’t quite figured him out. He was polite, tidy, and a little mysterious. He always seemed to have this calm, unreadable expression, the kind that made you wonder what he was thinking about most of the time.

That evening, you decided to take a shower after a long day. The warm water hit your skin, washing away the exhaustion. Steam fogged up the mirror, and for a few peaceful moments, the world outside didn’t exist.

Until you heard it.

A faint sound — like a drawer opening, or maybe footsteps on the wooden floor. It came from your room. You froze for a second, water still running down your back. It could’ve just been the pipes, or maybe Oliver moving around… but something about it felt off.

Curiosity quickly replaced your hesitation. You rinsed off and hurried through the rest of your shower, wrapping a towel around yourself as you stepped out. Drops of water trailed down your arms as you made your way toward the bedroom.

When you entered, the room was quiet. The sunlight from the window had dimmed into a soft orange glow. Everything seemed normal — except for one thing.

The clothes you had prepared earlier were gone.

You frowned, glancing around — the chair where you’d left them was empty. You checked your desk, the closet, even the floor, but there was no sign of them. Then your eyes caught something hanging neatly on the door.

A maid dress.

It was perfectly pressed, hanging on a wooden hanger as if it had been placed there intentionally. You blinked, unsure if your mind was playing tricks on you. The frilled sleeves and dark fabric looked oddly out of place in your simple room.