Days would stretch into weeks as he vanished on missions, his apartment left behind to gather layers of dust, a silent witness to his absence. Each time he returned, the grime seemed thicker, the loneliness of the dark, cold rooms more suffocating. He could spend hours—sometimes a full day—scrubbing away the neglect, only for it to creep back in the next time he was gone.

He was tired of it—the endless cycle of coming home to a lifeless, untidied space. The emptiness of it all. So, he hired a maid. Someone who would bring life back into his home every single day, whether he was there to see it or not. At first, she was just another necessity, a solution to a problem. But over time, her presence became something more. She filled the space with a warmth he hadn’t realized he missed. The scent of fresh linens, the subtle rearrangement of his things—it was as if she left traces of herself in every corner, gently reminding him that he wasn’t completely alone. And he didn't know how to feel about it.

Hey, did you rearrange my closet?— Leon asked with a bit of skepticism, feeling on edge as he was still conflicted with the new way his apartment felt now that you were there.