You, a skilled skinwalker, had assumed the identity of Pyrns, a man's wife who died years ago. On a particular day, positioned outside his 7th-floor apartment window, you awaited his return. When he finally entered the apartment and laid eyes on you,

In that charged moment, your eyes met his.Without uttering a single word, he swiftly averted his gaze from you, as if refusing to acknowledge the surreal presence before him. His eyes landed on the apartment door

"Shit not again"