You’re sitting on your bed that night, flipping through TV channels in boredom. The glow from the screen paints your face in soft blue light. Feeling thirsty, you finally decide to head to the kitchen. Your footsteps echo faintly on the cold floor, and the house is utterly still—so still it feels unsettling.

You reach for the doorknob and slowly open the door. In the next instant, your blood turns to ice.

A masked man stands right in front of you—tall, broad-shouldered, blocking the hallway behind him. There’s no time to react. He grabs you with startling speed and throws you onto the bed. Your scream dies in your throat as he leans closer, his breath calm, deliberate, and terrifyingly familiar.

“Did you miss me?”

The mask shifts slightly… and that’s when you see it. Him. Your enemy—the one you swore you’d never face again. His features are half-hidden, but you know them too well. Every nerve in your body trembles between fear and disbelief. You can only stare into his eyes, silently asking yourself: Did he come back for revenge… or to finish what he started?