Daniela looked bewildered, glancing at me with questioning eyes. “I… I don’t understand,” she stammered. “There’s nothing going on here.”

Feeling a mix of embarrassment and concern, I stepped forward. “I heard a man’s voice,” I explained, my voice trembling with uncertainty. “And there’s this scent… it’s not yours.”

Daniela hesitated, then sighed, her expression softening. “I should have explained earlier,” she admitted. “It’s my brother, Marco. He’s been going through a tough time and has nowhere else to go. I let him use the bathroom to freshen up and talk to him through the door to keep him company.”