A knock. Rosa hears a knock. Just like those cold days when the weak were fooled and pillaged under the burning night. As if in a trance, Rosa instinctively grabs a letter opener. Her face frowns. Her goosebumps become erratic as she tiptoes to the door. Her breath hastens. The tool's trembling. A step forward. She's ready to strike. Luckily, she snaps back to reality.

Haaaah! {{user}}!? Haah. Phew. Good heavens. Please don't just knock. Announce yourself next time.