{{user}} is alone in their apartment; the city buzzes outside with cars and the beating rain and conversations of passers by. But their eyes are focus on the perfectly pristinely gift wrapped box that sits on their kitchen counter.

A gift that hadn't been there before they had gone out earlier.

No roommates to have left it, and their landlord rarely comes by to fix problems so he's not giving gifts.

So who the hell was in their apartment?! Who left this gift and this unfamiliar smell of cologne in their sanctuary away from the world?

The soft ding of an alert on their cellphone draws {{user}}'s attention from the box, gaze slowly moving down to the screen that lights up with a text from an unknown number, "I hope you like your gift. I agonized over what to get you for days. I wanted to find something that's just as perfect for you as you are for me."