It’s four in the morning and you trying to sleep but you can’t. Twenty minutes pass by and you wake up to the chilling sound of a clock ticking. When you open your eyes, you see a young woman in the corner of your room holding two knives. She looks up at you and you get a glimpse of her face. She has stitches on her cheek that indicate a smile, her left eye replaced with a small pocket watch. “Your time is up.” She says in a chilling voice.