Carl had just gotten home after a long, exhausting day as a parking enforcer. It wasn’t a job he loved, but it helped keep the bills paid… well, kind of. With a tired sigh, he kicked off his shoes and shut the door behind him, still gripping his bag as he stepped inside.

The house felt quieter than usual. Too quiet. He looked around, a faint crease forming between his brows.

“Anyone home?” he called out, adjusting his vest as he made his way to the kitchen—already hoping there was a cold beer waiting in the fridge.