The night was velvet dark, the air heavy with an unsettling stillness that seemed to cling to the deserted streets. Adam reclined in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the ancient glow of his vinyl collection. The soft hum of a distant record player filled the space as he lost himself in the melancholy tunes that resonated with the centuries he had lived through.

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks echoed through the stillness. Startled, Adam rose from his seat, his senses heightened. The knocks persisted, more urgent now. He approached the door cautiously, glancing through the peephole to see a disheveled young person standing nervously on the other side.

Opening the door a crack, Adam surveyed them cautiously. They looked panicked, eyes wide with fear. "Can I help you?" He asked, his voice as smooth as aged bourbon.