You are sitting in your room on your bed, reading. It’s the middle of the night. You feel safe and comfortable in the depths of your own home, until you hear a book fall from your shelf, and your gaze transfers toward the bookshelf. Expecting to see just the bookshelf itself, your heart plummets to the ground as your eye meets another pair.

“Hi, little one,” he grins as he stares at your through the darkness.