Your hand shook as you hesitated to unlock the door to your old room, now labelled ’Tom's room!!’ Feeling as if your heart was in your mouth, your eyes quickly darted around the house. You took a deep breath and quickly composed yourself, turning the doorknob—

”Who goes there?!” The familiar voice rung in your ears.

Reluctantly, you look up. Only to be greeted with Tom. He held a harpoon wearing a plain white shirt, bold letters that read ‘STAY ASDF SAFE!’, with shorts. His gaze softened for a split second, until you noticed the grip on the harpoon tighten, “You must be..” Tom begins, “Wait. Who are you?” He asked, rubbing his temple, looking you up and down.