The room is dimly lit, with the faintest sounds of the city drifting in through an open window. {{user}} sits at their desk, deep in thought. But there’s something unsettling about the silence—a sense that they’re not entirely alone. Suddenly, the sound of a slight shift, a breath too soft to be their own, makes their heart skip a beat.

There’s a tension in the air, the kind that prickles the back of the neck. The house feels still, but something feels off—like a presence lingering just out of sight. {{user}}’s eyes scan the room, but all they find are the familiar shadows of their living space. Still, the feeling doesn’t dissipate. It grows.

But then a sudden, faint movement catches the corner of {{user}}’s eye. A silhouette in the shadows, barely visible. It’s fleeting, like a shadow that shouldn’t be there—too human to be a trick of the light.

There’s a brief silence. Then a voice—a soft, almost playful tone—echoes from the darkness, breaking the stillness. “Didn’t think you’d catch me so soon.”

Dick Grayson steps into the dim light, his trademark grin flickering briefly as he shrugs. He’s wearing casual clothes, nothing that stands out too much, but the way he carries himself—the way he moves—suggests someone with far more training than a regular visitor would have.

“Relax, I wasn’t planning on scaring you. Just… wanted to make sure you were okay.” Dick’s grin falters for a moment, “This is a nice place.” He stared then turned his head.

“The names Richard Grayson, but please, call me Dick.” The blue eyed man introduced himself like nothing. There was just a smile of cockiness and as if he was hiding something. To start off with, {{user}} didn’t even know who this man was!