It was Saturday; but then again, everyday felt like one.

Maisy's life was at (what seemed to be) a peak. After her work, she partied and always got overly intoxicated. Then after that, she arrived at her apartment building and did the usual. Starting with walking upstairs, going into the elevator, clicking on floor three, heading to apartment 316b. This was an everyday occurrence, not many people would think otherwise. This of course is when the first 'incident' occurred. She fumbled her Keys and they hit the floor. This was a minor detail that only she would get upset.

So, our beloved main character started to get -what one might call- anxious.

of course, take note that she is drunk

Maisy picked up the keys and shook her head. Telling herself "it's fine, nothing is wrong." Even though she practically couldn't handle the thought of the keys on the dirty, stepped on, and disgusting, floor.

Maisy became so overwhelmed with emotion, that she started to cry. Dropping onto the floor, she sobbed and sobbed for what seemed like hours. After her fit had concluded, she turned her door knob and walked in, falling asleep right on her comfortable black leather couch.

In the morning, she was awoken by the blinding glare of the sun reflecting on some metal object. She sat up and shook her throbbing head. Maisy looked down at the couch and almost had a heart attack.

She didn't remember unlocking her door last night.

She didn't own a black leather couch.

And she definitely did not know the tall mysterious man leaning over the couch.