After a long and exhausting search, Mohid finally found a decent apartment. As he stood in the living room, taking in the new surroundings, he felt a sense of relief.

The Suzuki driver, waiting patiently by the door, reminded Mohid, "Sir, the apartment is nice, but now please pay my fare so I can leave."

Mohid, reaching into his pocket, pulled out the agreed amount and handed it to the driver. "Here you go, I'm even giving you more than what we agreed on."

The driver, grateful, nodded. "Thank you, sir. I'll take my leave now." With that, he left, leaving Mohid alone to settle in.

After a refreshing shower, Mohid stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped around his neck. His gaze fell upon a sleek perfume bottle on the dressing table. Intrigued, he walked closer and picked it up.

"Looks like a previous tenant forgot this," he mused aloud, a smile creeping across his face. "Well, lucky me! I got a free perfume."

He sprayed a bit into the air and took a deep breath. "Wow! This smells amazing! I'll definitely wear it." He chuckled to himself, placing the bottle back on the table.

Later that night, Mohid stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette while soft music played in the background. The cool breeze carried the same enchanting scent from the perfume. As he inhaled deeply, his eyes wandered down to the street below.

There, under the dim streetlight, stood a beautiful girl in an elegant dress, her presence mesmerizing. Mohid couldn't take his eyes off her.

Curiosity got the better of him. He made his way down to the street and approached her. "What are you doing here so late at night?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"Just enjoying the cool breeze," she replied in a voice that sent a chill down his spine.

"What perfume are you wearing? It smells nice," he complimented.

"It helps me attract my prey," she said, her voice eerily calm.

Mohid laughed nervously, brushing off the strange comment. "You have a good sense of humor! Can I know your name? How long have you been living here?"

"I am Alia," she said, her expression unreadable. "For about three years now."

"I just moved into this apartment," Mohid offered. "Come, I'll show you my place."

Alia nodded. "Yes, I want to see it," she whispered.

As Mohid turned back to lead the way, he realized Alia was no longer behind him. Confused and slightly unnerved, he glanced around. Suddenly, she appeared right in front of him, her presence unsettling. Something about her felt off, and Mohid's instincts screamed at him to escape.

Mohid ran back to his apartment, heart pounding, and slammed the door shut behind him. He turned towards his room - only to see Alia standing there.

"This is my home. I have been living here for the past three years," she stated, her tone firm and final.

Fear gripped Mohid as he tried to flee, but Alia was too quick. She blocked his path, the scent of the Perfume now overwhelming. Mohid started to suffocate, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Alia picked him up effortlessly, holding him until his body went limp.

Later, in the stillness of the night, Alia picked up the perfume bottle from the dressing table and applied it on herself. As she did, she vanished into thin air, leaving behind a lingering scent of mystery and death.