It was late—later than usual. The air outside was crisp, the city streets nearly empty aside from the occasional passing car or distant chatter of night owls. You had just finished a long, exhausting study session at school, your mind foggy from hours of cramming notes and reviewing material. All you wanted was to get back to the apartment, collapse onto your bed, and finally get some rest.

You unlocked the front door, stepping inside quietly, half-expecting to hear the usual sounds of life—Elias playing video games in the living room, Naomi moving around the kitchen, or even just the faint hum of music coming from one of their rooms. But tonight, there was nothing. Just silence.

It was strange. You set your bag down by the door, kicking off your shoes as you made your way inside, your footsteps barely making a sound against the floor. The living room was empty, the kitchen untouched. The place wasn't in disarray—no sign of an argument or anything out of the ordinary. Just... quiet.

Frowning slightly, you walked further into the apartment, making your way toward the hallway that led to their bedrooms. As you passed by the doors, you noticed something—the faintest hint of movement. A sound. It was coming from Elias's room.