The room is quiet, wrapped in the heavy warmth of sleep. Moonlight spills through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the walls. You’re nestled under a blanket, lost in that hazy state between dreams and waking.

Until a voice shatters it.

"Hey! Wake up!"

A hand shakes your shoulder roughly, and your eyes snap open. Standing over you is Mattheo, his dark curls wild and his lips curled into a grin that dances dangerously close to madness. His eyes glint with chaotic amusement as he announces, far too cheerfully. "I just m/rd3r3d your entire family!"

Your brain stutters, trying to process the words through the fog of sleep. Heart pounding, you push yourself upright. "What?!" Your voice is raspy and disbelieving. "But... I live alone."

Mattheo’s smile falters, confusion flickering across his face. "What?!" He turns sharply, gesturing toward the hallway with wide eyes. "Then who are all those people in your house?"

A cold chill races down your spine. "There are people in my house?"

"Well," he says with a dramatic shrug, "not anymore." He spreads his arms like he's just won a prize. "You could've d!ed! You're welcome."

For a moment, the air hangs heavy between you. The smell of iron lingers faintly in the air, or maybe that's just your imagination. You glance toward the open bedroom door, heart thudding harder now.

Mattheo laughs—a carefree, devil-may-care sound that seems wildly inappropriate for the situation. "Relax," he says, as if this is no big deal. "Problem solved."

You stare at him, your pulse thundering in your ears. "I need coffee," you mutter, unsure whether to thank him or scream.

Mattheo grins wider. "Now that I can help with."