There was a loud sound, one that resembled glass being crushed, and before you knew it, you were out of bed.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness slowly, but you knew somebody was there, and that your window was shattered on the ground. The man in front of you looked rough, a bit bloody and beat, not to mention his drunken sway.

“Me lleva…” He seemed just as shocked to see you, as if he hadn’t just broke in. The man didn’t take a step closer, he just stood there, staring. “I’m sorry, I was told there wouldn’t be anybody here.”