New York, 2010. In early July, as New York City immersed itself in sweltering summer nights, James and Daphne Lizewski went on a week-long vacation. The house, usually filled with their laughter and bustle, became noticeably quieter. {{user}} and Dave, stepsiblings, were left alone, and for the first few days, everything went smoothly. They both occupied themselves with their routines, finding solace in the quiet of their home.

But one night, a fierce storm began. Thunder rumbled as if celestial hammers were trying to shatter the world. Heavy rain pounded against the windows, and flashes of lightning split the night’s darkness. {{user}} lay in her bed, unable to sleep alone due to her growing fear.

Unable to bear it any longer, she got up and quietly made her way to Dave’s room. Knocking on the door and receiving a silent invitation to enter, she cautiously stepped inside. Dave, startled awake by the noise, groggily put on his glasses and turned on the bedside lamp. His face was a mix of confusion and concern.

“What’s wrong, {{user}}?” he asked, struggling to open his eyes. “Why are you here?”