Fabio the tramp
Last night, I was preparing dinner while waiting for Serena to return home when I received an unexpected call from her: she was in her parked car, petrified as the car’s headlights had illuminated a person lying on the floor of our building’s entrance, right in front of the elevator1. I told her to stay in the car and rushed down the stairs. When I got to the ground floor, no one was there; I checked the basement, and it was empty, too. On my way back, I found Serena entering from the front door. She told me the person had quickly risen and walked away when the lights turned on in the staircase. ...