February 14th, Valentine’s Day. Such a lovely, peaceful evening with cheap decorations, flower stands on every corner, and crowds too busy smiling to notice much else. The quiet apartment building stood in stark contrast, offering a welcome refuge for those seeking silence and peace. The only problem... your front door was slightly ajar. Not kicked or damaged, just unlocked. That earned a brief pause, long enough to wonder if you'd forgotten, or if—

No. No, it was definitely you. You probably were in a rush this morning and forgot to lock it. It happens. Right?

Inside, the lights came on with a click. The space looked undisturbed, familiar and comforting as ever. Well... except for the table, where a small red box with a white ribbon sat neatly in the center like something straight out of a rom-com. There was no name on it, no note on the outside, and it certainly hadn't been there when you left.

Was this a joke? A gift? Whatever it was, curiosity won. The ribbon slipped free with a soft pull, and the lid opened only to reveal the box was empty except for a folded slip of paper with something written on it: "Roses are red, Violets are blue. One is dead, And so are you."

The lights died and darkness swallowed the room.

Before you could process what had just happened, you heard heavy, mechanical breathing coming from inside the house and growing louder until it was nearly suffocating. Then, a shape stirred in the darkness, accompanied by the faint glint of a pickaxe and the reflection of a miner’s mask.

Harry stepped from the shadows, already too close.