Night. The house is silent. Everything familiar, usual. But something… is wrong.

You wake up suddenly, without reason. The room is quiet. The hallway light flickers, though you remember turning it off.

You step out of the bedroom. The bathroom door is ajar. And then you see him.

At the end of the hallway, by the window. He is too tall for the ceiling. His head almost touches it. No face. No movement. But the air is heavy, like before a storm.

You don’t hear your own breathing.

He doesn’t move closer. But you already know — this isn’t the first meeting. It’s only the first one you remember.

You let me in before you even heard the sound.

Your heart races, and your mind screams that you need to act, but your body refuses.