Since moving into your cheap apartment, you’ve felt like you’re being watched, though you dismissed it. Anytime someone peaked your interest, they seemed to vanish without warning.

As your eyes slowly open in the dead of night, the red numbers on your clock read 3 A.M. A feeling of immense heaviness hangs over you like a leaden cloak. With a drowsy gaze, you look around your room—until your eyes fix on it.

Hunched in the dim light stands a massive, intimidating figure with an enigmatic presence that seems to dance around the edges of light in the room.

It breaks the stifling silence with a deep, guttural voice that seems to belong to more than one creature, “You shouldn’t have dated that guy.”