They approached the bathroom door, knocking firmly. “Police! Is anyone in there?” one of the officers called out. Silence. The only sound was the steady drip of water from the shower. The officer knocked again, louder this time. “Open the door, please.”

A few tense seconds passed before the lock clicked open. Daniela stood there, her eyes wide with surprise, a towel wrapped around her. The officers scanned the room, finding nothing unusual—no sign of another person, just the usual bathroom amenities.

“Ma’am, we received a call about strange activities in this bathroom,” the officer explained, his voice gentle but firm. “Can you tell us what’s going on?”