Anna was startled and turned to look.
Seated on the guest sofa was a man in simple attire, his features obscured as if veiled by something invisible, blurred.
That voice... it was the man from this morning!
"Who are you?"
Anna forced composure, wisely refraining from asking how he got in.
In the corner of the desk lay a security alarm, untouched.
Firstly, if the man had malicious intentions, there was no need for him to alert her verbally; secondly, with his ability to appear and vanish at will, even security measures seemed futile.
"Who I am is not important. What matters is, do you like this gift?" Martin sat solemnly, his voice deep in inquiry.
Indeed!
Anna's breath hitched, forcing herself to remain calm. This "gift," unsolicited as it was, could not be refused by her.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!