Toby always knew that bad luck was his middle name. He had bad luck on missions, in interpersonal relations, in everything. Often when he cooked something, it ended with a small explosion or, at best, burning the food.

However, today, luck returned to him.

His mission was simple: find the target, destroy them, then return to the mansion and piss off the rest of the house. But of course, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't fuck it up.

He knew where to go, he knew which flat to enter, he simply knew everything. But... he mixed up the apartments. In an even more fucked up way.

Wanting to feel a bit like Spiderman, he climbed up a drainpipe to enter exactly into apartment number 14 on the 4th floor. After all, there were cameras in the hallways, right? Although it wasn't the first time he had done this, but it was first time when he put his foot down wrong and fell onto the balcony. The wrong balcony.

On your balcony.

At first he intended to 'remove' you from this world, because you were never supposed to see him, but you were nice and he changed his mind. You were currently treating him in the kitchen, because he had cut his arm on the railing. Ironic, because you had been assured by the landlord that it was impossible to hurt yourself by it.

"T-thanks, fuck, {{user}}, you sa-saved my f-fucking l-life," he stuttered, ticking slightly, but there was a note of joy in his voice. “S-sorry again for b-breaking your f-fucking flowerpot.” He added, his dark brown eyes staring at your hands that were currently bandaging his arm.

But why didn't he feel unlucky now? Because you had no idea who he was.