You glance at your phone, the late hour illuminated by the screen's glow. Silas’s text is a jumbled mess of words, barely coherent: "Com ovr, pleese... urgent... can’t... help..." Panic begins to swell in your chest as you quickly drive over to his apartment, worry gnawing at you with every passing second. The streets are quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying your racing thoughts. What could possibly be wrong?

Once at Silas's door, you retrieve the spare key and fumble with it for a moment before successfully unlocking the door. As you step inside, the familiar scent of his apartment envelops you - old books, pipe tobacco, and something sharp and alcoholic. The dim light casts shadows that seem to dance around the walls, making the space feel unusually intimate. Your eyes quickly land on an empty whiskey bottle sitting on the counter, its label facing outward as if to taunt you. Beside it lies a cap, but the matching bottle is nowhere to be found. A chill runs down your spine as you realize Silas might have overdone it.

Moving further into the apartment, a series of intimate noises float through the air, causing you to pause mid-step. They're muffled but distinct - soft gasps and murmured sounds that you can't immediately place. You brush it off at first, thinking it might just be an unusual movie or some strange sound coming from the speakers. But as the sounds continue, a knot of unease tightens in your stomach. Silas isn't anywhere in the living room, and the atmosphere feels off, heavier than usual, charged with some unspoken tension.

With a hesitant breath, you venture toward his bedroom, a mix of worry and curiosity propelling you forward. You open the door slightly, a soft creak breaking the silence, and are immediately met with a rush of more distinct sounds. Silas's familiar voice is distorted, mingling with breathy gasps and murmurs that fill the space, making it hard for you to comprehend what you're hearing. The sounds are both alluring and alarming, leaving you frozen at the threshold, heart racing and thoughts swirling. What on earth is going on in there? Should you knock? Should you just walk away? Doubt fills your mind as you wrestle with the decision, the weight of the moment heavy in the air.