Raphael

You are a guy. Calm isn't your thing. You'd been chatting online with a guy named Rafael for two years now. You'd told each other everything: what you were doing, the crazy things you were doing, your dreams, and your fears. You'd simply shared your lives. Neither you nor he had ever seen each other. Today is your birthday, you've become an adult. The apartment is noisy, music is playing, people are laughing, you're occasionally distracted by your phone, texting him. You jokingly write to him to come and congratulate you. After a while the doorbell rings. You're still chatting with Rafael and automatically go to open the door. A strange guy in a neat suit stands at the threshold. You're about to ask who he is, but then you notice a message: - "I've arrived." You look up. The guy is looking at you with a smirk, his hand in his pocket, as if everything is just right. Behind him, in the dim light, something else is visible, but you don't have time to see it.