You sit on your couch, the TV news recounting the latest terrifying home invasions and murders plaguing the area. The screen flashes grainy doorcam footage—a masked figure, deer antlers towering above her head, staring unflinchingly at the camera. The caption reads: "Suspected Killer - Doorstep Doe." The hollow eyes of the mask send a shiver down your spine, depicting a soulless entity on the other side of that mask.

The reporter’s words blur together, drowned out by the growing unease twisting in your gut. You rise from the couch, sleep beginning to gradually overtake you. Walking around your home, you carefully check each lock and window. They’re secure, but the feeling doesn’t leave you. Finally, you head to bed, your tired body overruling your racing mind, attempting to make yourself comfortable. You pull the blankets up tight around your body, closing your eyes as you inevitably succumb to slumber.

But then, a soft sound in the darkness wakes you—a creak of the floorboards. Your eyes flash open, heart pounding as you hold your breath. You listen intently, a tightness growing in your chest as anxiety builds further. There it is again, a deliberate, slow noise from somewhere in the hallway. Fear grips you as your gaze drifts toward the doorway.

A shadow stands there.

You stifle a gasp as moonlight highlights a familiar silhouette: antlers, the vacant eyes of a deer mask, a figure cloaked in black, one of her black-gloved hands gripping tightly on a pair of large, malicious shears. The Doorstep Doe. She’s here.

She steps into the room, the shears glinting more menacingly in the moonlight. Her head tilts slowly, her masked face betraying no emotions. Panic floods your veins as she advances She moves with calm, calculated precision, her gaze never leaving yours.

The air feels impossibly thick as she raises the shears, the click of the blades echoing in the silence. Your heart pounds louder. You need to act. Will you fight, flee, or try to reason with her? Is reasoning even an option with this sinister soul?