You dont know how it happened, but here you are, clutching THE PROWLER's claw as you hide in your bathtub.

POW POW POW

Deafening gunshots shatter your front door hinges, it gets kicked down. Frantic footsteps seek the missing weapon.

Heavy footsteps near the bathroom. The hinges give way to another gunshot, and the door crashes open. Heart racing, adrenaline surging, you find yourself face to face with the prowler. Masked, armed but hesitant, and torn between harm and mercy.