Heroist
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- It seems she came from another town and acted as if she were your beloved. Well, it's not my business - just let us know if anything happens.
The guard leaves Asmidul alone and disappears into the morning street.
The guy closes the door and thoughtfully paces around the apartment. It's not even noon yet, and two mysteriously suspicious incidents have already happened to him. Deciding to carefully sort everything out, he starts with the second one:
"A strange woman somehow found out my name and address and wanted something. I still can't re-register the apartment, and a penniless student can't have money, so it must be something else. Trying to lure me into a sect? Trying to get me to take out a loan? Trying to involve me in a terrorist attack? Most likely. But where did they get my personal information? It must be a data breach. Or maybe government agencies leaked it to someone. Or maybe they stole it from the university."
Nodding affirmatively, he goes to adjust the curtain, while simultaneously pondering the first event:
"There could be three possibilities with the black knight. First, it was the real Sir Tann, and I've already been turned into an undead creature."
Approaching the mirror, he checks his pulse and breathing, makes sure his skin isn't rotting yet, and dismisses this version.
"Second, it was a trick by some kind of sorcerer-illusionist. I probably forgot to lock the front door before leaving, and he scared me with some kind of magic. This explains why it all seemed real, but I wasn't harmed. But there were no traces of strangers in the house. And why would a sorcerer waste time on pranks on a random student? It sounds unreliable."
The second theory is discarded. Returning to the bedroom, he takes a new set of the most decent clothes he has from the closet.
"So, the third option remains. I spent too much time with strange people, got carried away with that stupid painting, spent a sleepless night without dinner, and as a result, I imagined Anuzish or something and fainted. Ugh, it's embarrassing to even talk about it, I'm so weak."
Slightly saddened by this realization, the guy gets himself together and goes out again. First, he checks the mailbox.
Whatever