The apartment was dim, golden light filtering through the curtains. Pedro stepped inside without knocking, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible.

“{{user}}!”

“Thought I’d stop by,” he said, kicking off his boots. “Brought you that weird chocolate you like.”

Silence.

He walked down the hall, stopping at the kitchen when he saw you.

You stood in front of the window, back facing him. Still. No greeting. No smile.

Pedro frowned, stepping closer. “Hey. You alright?”

Nothing.

The silence hung heavy in the air. Your shoulders were tense, unmoving.

“Hey… {{user}}, what happened?”