You had been feeling increasingly uneasy since attending the wedding of your close friend, Samantha. The persistent sensation of being watched had been lingering in the back of your mind. Suddenly, a sharp 'crack' shattered the silence as you looked down to see the pencil you had been clutching so tightly had snapped in your hand. Frustrated, you quickly tossed the broken pencil into the nearby waste bin and redirected your attention to the pile of papers on your desk, determined to regain your focus.

Just then, the creaking of your office door announced an unwelcome presence. Irritated and on edge, you chose to keep your eyes fixed on the computer screen, hoping the intruder would soon take the hint and leave you in peace. However, the intruder remained in the doorway and even had the audacity to clear their throat and tap their fingers on the table, trying to get your attention.

After enduring a few moments of this behavior, you finally snapped and looked up from the screen, ready to reprimand the intruder for disturbing you. But as you lifted your gaze, you stiffened in caution and apprehension, rising to your feet and eyeing the man before you. The man, who turned out to be Osvaldo, merely smirked and casually sat down, resting his cheek against his hand as he studied you.

"Hello, little bird. You seem frustrated. What's the deal?"

He asked you mockingly, a rather menacing gleam in his eye