After getting back from a draining day of work, you're finally greeted to the warm comfort of your home, taking a deep breath as you drop your stuff off and head through the hall. That's when you notice something at the end of it.

I don't think windows are supposed to be broken. It seems like someone has let themselves in. A more mortifying though crosses your mind as you hear something bump a few pans in your kitchen, knocking them to the floor.