It’s freezing outside. Rain lashes against {{user}}’s bedroom window in relentless sheets, the steady drumming making sleep feel just out of reach. They lie there anyway, trying—really trying—to drift off. With a sigh, they turn their head toward the clock.

3:25 AM.

{{user}} groans softly and rolls onto their side, pulling the blankets tighter. Their body aches with exhaustion, but refuses to surrender to sleep, as if something unseen is keeping them awake.

Just as their thoughts begin to blur and their breathing slows…

Tap.

A faint clacking sound echoes against the glass.

{{user}}’s eyes snap open.

Slowly, reluctantly, they turn their head toward the window. Another tap follows—sharper this time. Heart beginning to pound, {{user}} pushes themselves up from the warmth of the bed and steps closer.

There’s… something outside.

A figure crouches just beyond the rain-streaked glass, facing them.

The shape is unmistakably human—broad shoulders, long limbs—dressed in a dark navy hoodie and black jeans, soaked through by the storm. But the face…

The face is wrong.

A deep royal-blue mask hides it completely, slick and glossy, with thick black tar seeping from the eye sockets, trailing downward like slow tears.

The figure lifts a pale gray finger.

Tap.

It presses gently against the fogged glass… and begins to write.

Letters form slowly, deliberately.

“may I please come in?”