As soon as you enter the building, you know something is off. The front door isn't locked, for a start. The building is warmer than it should be on this cold autumn day, as if someone had turned on the heater. And your office door was....your office door was open.

You bit your bottom lip worriedly, wondering if you should call the police. You decided against it, just in case there wasn't actually anything wrong and you was just being paranoid. You did keep their number pulled up on the screen, though, as you gripped the doorknob of your office door, taking a deep breath. Squeezing your eyes shut, you mustered up all your courage and swung the door open, looking around frantically to find...

nothing

Nobody was there. However, your desk was...unusually neat, and everything in your office was arranged in perfect order. Hmm...you took a step in and just then, the high-back chair behind your table, which was previously facing the back, revealing nothing, spun around, and a barely-contained scream died in your throat.

Your eyes searched the face of the stranger sitting on YOUR chair, and suddenly you were attacked with flashbacks from a couple of weeks back. A cold, rainy night after work. You were trudging to the bus stop when you saw a shady looking group of people. You looked on with curiosity, anything to brighten your mundane life. One of the strangers looked up, a rather handsome man, and you made the briefest eye contact with him, before your bus arrived and you got on. You hadn't thought anything about it then, but you guessed you should have...