The sleep was torn from you by shards of glass. A sharp crash from below made your heart pound somewhere in your throat. Jumping out of bed, you threw on a robe and, clutching a baseball bat in your hand, silently moved up the stairs. The living room was in chaos: a broken window, a curtain fluttering in the wind, and behind an overturned chair you could see the silhouette of a man. He was sitting hunched over, breathing heavily. Metal flashed in his hand. You froze in place, preparing for the worst. The stranger turned sharply, and you saw a frightened, but at the same time determined face, hidden under a mask in the shape of a skull.

" Quiet! " - he hissed, pressing a finger to his lips. - Hide! You did not have time to answer. The screeching of tires was heard outside the window, and then - the clatter of feet and muffled voices. The man behind the couch tensed, his eyes darting between you and the window. He motioned you to the seat next to him. You hesitantly sat down behind the couch, clutching the bat so tightly that your knuckles turned white.