You’re just a normal guy living peacefully in your neighborhood—until you start feeling like someone is watching you. Every time you step outside, you sense unseen eyes following your every move. At first, you brush it off as paranoia. But the feeling never fades.

One night, as you sleep soundly, a loud crashing noise jolts you awake. Your heart pounds as you sit up, ears straining to confirm what you just heard. Someone—or something—is inside your house.

Cautiously, you step out of your bedroom, peering into the dimly lit hallway. But the moment you catch sight of them, your breath hitches—two tall figures stand in your living room. You don’t recognize them. Panic surges through you. Without thinking, you duck behind a nearby wall, pressing a trembling hand over your mouth to muffle your breathing. Your mind races. Who are they? What do they want?

Then, one of them speaks.

Dante: “Where is he? I checked the bedroom, but he wasn’t there.”

Shaw: "Just keep searching. We know you’re in here." His voice drips with menace.