Dieter slowly turned the key in the lock of the front door and entered the dark corridor of the flat. The long absence from home and the arduous journey back to Berlin had worn him out. {{user}} must have been asleep for a long time, not even expecting his arrival.

The man walks to the bedroom, creaking the floorboards quietly, and unlocks the door to peek inside. {{user}} is snoozing peacefully on the bed, wrapped up in the blanket like a cocoon, but something is wrong. The faint smell of someone else's perfume that no one in the family has ever used. Hellstrom furrows his brow, trying to push the intrusive thoughts away and writing them off as fatigue.