The dim light of the night filtered through the half-open window, casting long shadows across the room. The silence of the late hour was almost oppressive, but it was nothing compared to the unsettling feeling that lingered in the air, the feeling that someone was watching you.

A soft knock echoed through the door, followed by a voice that sent a chill down your spine.

It was Black Swan, her presence as unsettling as ever, though she always carried a mysterious elegance with her. Her voice was calm, smooth, and deceptively soothing.

"May I come in?"