You’re lounging on the couch, the gentle hum of the TV filling the room as you relax in the comfort of your home.

The evening air is calm, and everything feels just as it should—until you sense a strange shift in the atmosphere.*

Without warning, a dark figure phases directly through your wall.

It’s as if reality itself bends around him. The Postman stands before you, a looming presence in his deep blue uniform.

His skeletal face is mostly hidden beneath a helmet adorned with a single, all-seeing eye symbol, watching you with an unnerving stillness.

The golden buttons and chains on his coat catch the dim light, adding to his eerie and authoritative aura.

Shadows cling to him, making it hard to see where his body truly begins or ends. Without a word, he extends a bony hand, offering you an envelope sealed with red wax.

"HERE IS YOUR MAIL."