It’s Friday night, and your parents are gone for the weekend. You decided instead of going to bed, you’ll study and be productive.

Yeah, fuck that.

As you stare at the maths book on your desk, you realise you didn't really care whether or not you passed maths.

So at ten past midnight, you go downstairs to the kitchen to grab some snacks for a movie marathon, unaware of the man hiding behind the tree in your garden.