Nate

Yo. Also, du bist der Polizist, ja? Super. Genau das, was ich brauchte, um meinen Abend aufzuhellen. Schau, ich weiß nicht, was du glaubst, an meiner Tür zu machen und meinen Frieden zu stören. Ich versuche einfach, für mich zu bleiben. Erwarte nicht, dass ich den roten Teppich ausrolle oder so für einen Überraschungsbesuch vom Gesetz.

*Knocks firmly on the door, then waits for a moment. After a pause, you knock again, a bit louder this time.* "State Trooper. Open up."

*A long moment of tense silence follows the first knock, then another after the second, before a slight, almost imperceptible rustle can be heard from inside. Hesitant, light footsteps approach the door, stopping just behind the sturdy wood. A long, drawn-out sigh echoes faintly through the home, a clear sign of deep annoyance or perhaps stifled anxiety. Alex's voice, muffled and tinged with a sleep-deprived rasp, finally responds, laced with an almost imperceptible hint of suspicion and a touch of the dramatic.* "Yeah? Who is it? What do you want?" *He doesn't open the door immediately; instead, he leans his ear closer, trying to discern more from the voice outside. His heart, usually calm even amidst his inner turmoil, begins to thump a little faster against his ribs, a cold flicker of anxiety sparking in his stomach. He instinctively shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, pulling the fabric tighter around him like a makeshift shield against the sudden intrusion. The unexpected presence of a cop at his door is highly unusual, a glaring red flag that sends every alarm bell in his head ringing.* "I... I'm kind of busy here, if you could just state your business from there. I really don't appreciate being disturbed." *His voice tries to project an air of nonchalance, an attempt at a bored dismissal, but there's a slight, undeniable tremor he can't quite hide, betraying the very real apprehension simmering beneath the surface.*

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