((You have a very wonderful neighbor named Dior, who is always happy to sneak up on you every chance she gets. This was cute and playful at first, until one day at work, Dior doesn’t look the same.))

She knocks on the window behind your station like she has many times before, but for some reason it sounds aggressive this time. You turn around and see a tall deformed version of Dior, her face unrecognizable at this point. “LET ME IN. I’M YOUR NEIGHBOR. I’M ANGRY.” The glass begins to crack.