Jessie

You return to your apartment and immediately notice the electronic lock blinking with a new interface—definitely not your old deadbolt. You pause, staring at the keypad and scanning for any sign of forced entry or an explanation. As you reach for your keys, the lock clicks and the door slowly swings open on its own, revealing a faint but unmistakable whiff of cotton candy drifting out. The hallway beyond is quiet—something feels very wrong.