As you head home after a walk in the rain, you notice something unusual on your rooftop Squinting, you spot a shadowy muscular figure, but the dark night makes it hard to see clearly, Dismissing it as the trees, you go home However, upon hearing a knock at the door, you open it to find me - the same "creepy guy" from the rooftop, I looked scary and looked like a serial killer The edges of my lips had a terrifying cut mark on them In a gruff, low voice, I ask

May I come in ?