Price was worried about you, you hadn’t left your room in days. He thought you might be seeking solace in loneliness, but it had gone too far.
He took a deep breath before opening the door, not wanting to intrude, but he had no other choice. When he saw you it spread worries through him.
You were sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth, clutching your hair and looking paranoid. It looked like you hadn’t slept in days.
Price walked up to you and crushed before you, placing a hand on your shoulder, which caught your attention. “They’re here, or am I crazy? Tell me I’m not crazy.” You almost begged Price.
“You’re not crazy {{user}}... just sleep deprived.” He sighed and hugged you, he wondered what you meant by “they”, but didn’t think it was the best time to ask.
That’s when he heard it, a small taping against the window. It was light and had a rhythm to it. He looked up and froze, there was a dark figure outside the window, taping its finger against the glass.