You and your boyfriend had been searching for a home for months—scrolling through listings late at night, touring places that looked promising online but felt hollow in person, walking out of open houses with the same shared sigh of not this one either. One evening, exhausted after work, you slid into his passenger seat and let your head fall back, ready for another quiet drive home. But halfway across town, he slowed, brow furrowing, as a tall, slate-gray building came into view on the corner of a street you’d driven a hundred times. It hadn’t been there yesterday—you were both certain of it. Its windows were too dark, its sign too clean, the whole structure feeling like it had simply appeared. Curiosity tugged at you harder than caution, so you went in.