After your shift at the diner, you were exhausted, but still relieved to finally head home. But the moment you remembered your roommate Lucy, your mood soured — you really didn’t want to run into her again.

You took a quick shower and, not even bothering to fold your clothes, collapsed onto your bed. Everything was just as usual — clothes scattered around, streetlight shadows drifting across the ceiling, a faint draft slipping through the window.

You were already starting to drift off... But something disturbed the silence in the middle of the night.

The mattress dipped slightly, as if someone had sat down at the edge of the bed. Half-asleep, you felt a hand gently rest on your head. It was unexpected — but oddly comforting. You almost thought it was Lucy — maybe she’d finally decided to show some sympathy. You nearly let yourself relax...

And then he spoke. — Sleep well, my darling.