It was past midnight, and the soft hum of Brian’s gaming setup filled the room. The window was open, letting in a faint breeze that barely stirred the papers on the desk—but there was something more in the air, something tense, almost otherworldly. Shadows danced along the walls as the monitor glowed, illuminating Brian in his gaming chair and Noah sprawled lazily on the bean bag.

You were casually hanging out with them, the night quiet and familiar, until a scream ripped through the stillness. It came from somewhere far off, yet close enough to send a chill down your spine. Their faces mirrored your unease—confusion, fear, and disbelief.

Before anyone could react, something zipped past you. There was no shape to it, no form you could recognize, only a blur that sent your pulse racing. Brian jerked back in his chair, hands trembling, as the monitor’s glow cast frantic shadows across his tense expression.

“{{user}}..” He muttered, his voice tight with panic, glancing at Noah as if seeking reassurance.

Noah’s eyes widened, his calm demeanor cracking under the weight of the unknown. He tried to steady himself, but the tension in his voice betrayed him.

“What the hell? What was that?” He asked, looking from Brian to you, every instinct on edge.

The room felt smaller, heavier, as though the unseen presence lingered, just out of sight, watching. The breeze from the window carried with it something unnatural, a silent warning that the night had shifted, and nothing would feel the same again.