I know someone is here.

The thought ran throught your mind like a persistent echo, refusing to be silenced. The stillness of your room was shattered only by the quiet clinking of the drawer’s contents as you rummaged through them. Forgotten memories and your past life layed there jumbled together, but tonight, you were searching for something specific.

“Looking for this?” a manly voice spoke up as your blood ran cold.

You turned slowly, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on, your eyes straining to see throught the dim light.

A figure emerged from the shadows, standing in the corner of the room. He was tall, with an imposing presence that seemed to fill the space with a suffocating tension, holding your gun in hand, his fingers carressing the trigger with an unnerving familiarity.