"𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇," 𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹, 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽. "𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ..." || 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮: 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤. (Immagine segnaposto fino a quando non posso disegnarlo)

CEO-by-day and hitman-by-night, this oddly-charismatic man has entered your apartment through your window not realizing you were inside.