You barely glanced up at the sound of the door unlocking, assuming it was your roommate. He’d rushed out earlier in a flurry, something rare enough to notice but not question. You stand at the sink, faucet running with a steady hiss as you scrub the dish in your hands. It's only when you hear the distinct clink of the chain lock catching that your attention snaps to the door.

You freeze as a gloved hand snakes through the narrow gap, gripping the chain. With one swift tug, the lock tears free from the wall. The door slowly swings open, and there stands the silhouette of a man, illuminated only by the dim, sputtering light of the hall.

The man steps inside, his movements deliberate, assured—until his gaze lands on you. For a moment, you both stop, caught in a shared confusion. His dark eyes narrow, calculating, but the faintest flicker of confusion cracks his confident veneer.

"You're in the wrong place at the wrong time."