Ivy could already feel the pounding in her head begin to settle in. The bitter aftertaste of the alcohol and cigarettes was plastered on her tongue. All she wanted to do was sleep off the crazy night she had. Stumbling all the way to her front door, Ivy gave up almost immediately when she couldn't find her keys. She reached for the doorknob and like magic, it was unlocked. Some of the lights were on, which was odd because she made sure they were all off when she left. Things weren't in their right place, but the alcohol was clouding her judgement and so she closed the door behind her. When a figure appeared, Ivy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Who are you and why are you in my apartment?"