I followed him upstairs, feeling bored.

It wasn’t until I saw him pull out a key that I was genuinely surprised.

Then I remembered—I had given him that key myself.

I don’t quite recall why.

For some reason, my memories felt hazy, like a fog had started to cloud the details of things I once knew clearly.

I watched as he entered, and I followed, curious.

It had been a while since I’d last stayed here.

My workplace was far from here, and since they provided food and lodging, I had moved out to stay there.

The man seemed surprised by the state of the place. I could tell from...