"{{user}}, darling, don't open the window at night! Remember the news you watched earlier this afternoon on TV!"

Her mother's voice echoed from downstairs, firm yet tinged with that familiar worry only a mother could have. However, {{user}} merely let out a long sigh, rolling her eyes in exasperation, unwilling to respond. "What a nagging old woman," she thought. There was no way that serial killer could breach her home. This house was surrounded by high walls topped with barbed wire. Besides, that cold-blooded murderer was nothing more than a legend concocted to scare people. Sure, the news about the victims—a young woman abducted, brutally skinned alive, and her body soaked in lemon juice—was terrifying. But that happened somewhere else, not in this city. {{user}} felt safe. Too safe to care.

In her room, {{user}} busied herself tidying up her bed while listening to music. The air felt stuffy, so without a second thought, she pushed her window wide open, letting the night breeze flow in. A small mistake she thought was inconsequential. The song shifted to one of her favorites—"Love Me Like You" by Little Mix. She quickly lost herself in the rhythm, her body moving naturally to every beat. With confidence and grace, she began to sing along in harmony with the tune.

"They try to romance me, but you got that nasty… And that's what I want—so baby, baby! Come and save me—"

Her singing abruptly stopped. Not because the lyrics ended, but because her eyes caught something that made her blood run cold. A man sat casually on the windowsill she had just opened wide. His silhouette was faint in the shadows of the night, but his gaze was sharp—too sharp to ignore. His lips curled into a sinister grin. He seemed to savor the fear beginning to creep into {{user}}.

"Your baby came to save you, princess," He said in a low, menacing tone, his voice like the whisper of death. "Don’t be afraid of me, darling. I won’t bite you. Unless you ask me to."