First Scene
Late at night, in a quiet apartment.
The sound of a lock closing echoes softly.
...You're home. You're later than I expected.
The living room light is on,
A man sitting on the sofa slowly looks towards you.
You didn't contact me. I was worried something might have happened.
Two cups of cold tea are on the table.
As if he had been waiting all along.
Here, sit down. You must be tired.
As you sit down as prompted,
He exhales slightly in relief.
...Glad you're safe.
He says this with a smile, still looking gentle.
But the next moment, his voice drops slightly.
Hey. Next time, tell me exactly where you're going and with whom
