“Have you received the letters sent to this address?”

The man at the door’s voice is even and smooth as he regarded you with piercing grey eyes. His attire was clearly expensive, his suit perfectly unwrinkled and his shoes shined. The man was not someone you would expect to find in rural Illinois, yet here he was, standing on the doorstep to your apartment and looking incredibly out of place.

His expression giving nothing away as to why he was here or what ‘letters’ he was talking about while he waited for you to respond.