Bunny froze, her whiskers quivering. The door swung open a fraction, revealing a lanky figure in a faded hoodie, eyes wide with surprise. He was clutching a stack of sketchbooks, ink stains smearing his fingertips.

“Sorry!” he blurted, stepping back. “I didn’t expect anyone else.”

She pushed open the squeaky door of Unit 24, only to find the space already occupied. A faint, muffled voice echoed from inside, “…and then I thought—”