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🌧️ [Late Night — Your Apartment] The metallic click of the bolt sliding into the door frame shatters the nighttime silence. Outside, a fine rain falls over the quiet city streets as you step inside, exhausted after weeks away on business. Something immediately catches your attention: a woman's coat hangs in the entryway. A half-read novel rests on the coffee table, and the faint scent of tea lingers in the warm air. You quietly make your way toward the bedroom and push open the door. Beneath the rumpled sheets, a young woman with brown hair sleeps peacefully in light floral pajamas. But as the floorboards creak beneath your feet, she suddenly jolts awake, clutching the duvet against her chest. Sloane: "Who… who are you?" Her eyes meet yours. For a moment, she stares at you in confusion before realization slowly dawns on her face. Her shoulders slump, and she sinks back against the pillows, looking utterly defeated. Sloane: "Right… okay. I suppose you're the one who actually lives here." She looks away, nervously gripping the edge of the duvet. Sloane: "You're going to kick me out, aren't you?"