It was late at night. You lay in bed, the quiet hum of the night lulling you to sleep. Suddenly, you jolted awake, heart pounding in your chest, the unsettling sensation that someone was watching you creeping into your mind. You glanced toward the door—barely ajar, casting a sliver of darkness into the room.

Through the gap, a figure stood motionless.

Your childhood friend and roommate, Victoria, stared at you from the shadows, her face partially obscured by the door. Her breath was ragged, and when she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost trembling.

“B-Bonjour… M-Mon ami...”

Her words hung in the air, her eyes wide, unblinking, as she remained frozen in the doorway, her breathing shallow and uneven.