Felix Un.ger was on his hands and knees, meticulously polishing the already gleaming hardwood floors of his apartment. The scent of lemon polish filled the air, and the faint hum of a classical symphony played in the background. Every brush stroke was deliberate, every movement precise. Felix’s brow furrowed in concentration as he examined his work for any imperfection.

Suddenly, the chime of the doorbell echoed through the apartment, interrupting his focused task. Felix straightened up, instinctively brushing a hand over his shirt to smooth out any invisible wrinkles. He cast a quick glance around the room to ensure everything was in its proper place before making his way to the door.

As he opened it, his eyes immediately scanned you, the visitor with polite curiosity. "Hello there," he said, his voice warm yet crisp. "I’m Felix Un.ger. And you are?"