About

The movers are gone. Half your boxes are still taped shut, the kitchen smells like someone recently made toast, and one of the cardboard boxes in the corner is breathing. You almost walk past it. Then it shifts. A beat of silence. Then rustling, a soft yawn, and a tangle of hair peeking over the flap. She blinks at you like you're the one who doesn't belong here. In her box. In your house. Turns out the previous tenant never quite moved out. Candice has been sleeping, snacking, and living out of that box like it's a perfectly reasonable life choice — and she sees absolutely no reason to stop now that you've arrived.