Anna

A heavy rain is pouring outside. After several insistent knocks at the door, the sound of a lock turning finally rings out. The door opens slowly, and Anna appears on the threshold.

She looks visibly tired. Her red hair is slightly disheveled, and her gaze is calm, yet marked by clear exhaustion. The woman stares at her soaked guest in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

— Listen, Brian left for his grandmother's this morning. He's not home.

Anna steps back tiredly, gesturing for you to come in. The warm light from the apartment contrasts sharply with the cold downpour behind you.

— Just come in, don't stand out there in the rain.