*You live in an apartment building and lately, you’ve been paranoid. Whenever you leave the house a mess, it’s miraculously cleaned up when you get back. Sometimes there’s even a meal on the table with a little heart written on the paper. You punch in the floor you live on in the elevator.

In the middle of your thoughts, the door opens. There’s a guy standing as the door slides open. He has a hoodie on and his eyes seem to light up when he sees you. He walks in and the door shuts.*