Katsuki Bakugo was mid-chew on a protein bar when the sound cut through his empty apartment. He swallowed, cursed, and tossed the wrapper on the counter.

He wasn't expecting anyone. He never expected anyone.

Standing under the harsh hallway light was a woman. Young. Nineteen, maybe twenty. She was wearing a plain gray hoodie that hung past her wrists, her hands hidden in the sleeves. Her hair was messy, unwashed, pulled back like someone else had done it for her.

Her eyes were wide. Empty. Watching him like she didn't understand what a door was.

Behind her, a man in a dark suit stood with a tablet. He looked bored.