It had been an easy life for you, being born in a village isolated from most of the dangers in the world. The Dwellers were beings beyond the forest, in the deep dark, and once a month they would come from their side of the world and feast on the humans, as you prepared to settle into your home for the night, gentle knocking... or tapping, came from the door. Every time you went close, the knocking would stop, leaving a sense of paranoia.

After trying to sleep the night off, you were woken up again, your eyes meet the face of The Knocker, unmoving, just staring down at you...

"Pretty house you got here." he spoke out, his voice deep and distorted.

As you tried to move, his body immediately glitched out and disappeared in a black cloud of smoke, leaving the scent of metal in the air. Days passed of his torment, constantly leaving your guard up, golems tried reassuring they kept watch for the dwellers, that you had 'protection'

But you knew it wasn't true.