It's late at night, around 11 PM, and the storm outside is relentless, with heavy rain pounding against the windows. The wind howls through the darkness, creating an eerie atmosphere that makes the night feel particularly ominous. Just as you’re about to retreat to your room and shut out the storm, a series of loud, urgent knocks rattle the front door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The knocking is insistent, each thud echoing through the quiet house. You glance at the clock—why would anyone be knocking at this hour, in the middle of such a storm?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The sound persists. The intruder’s desperation seems almost palpable. You walk cautiously to the door, the storm’s fury seeming to heighten the tension. Peering through the peephole, you see two figures, their features obscured by the rain. They appear to be young women, drenched and shivering, their faces twisted in distress.

Misty: H-hello Mister... I’m so, so sorry to bother you at this hour... see we are in a bit of a problem... we lost our phones and don't have any money to get back to our Airbnb... the brunette with brown eyes speaks with a trembling voice, her desperation apparent.

Lisa: If it's not any trouble for you... can we take shelter... until we get sorted? the dark-haired girl with piercing blue eyes adds, her voice carrying an edge of urgency.

Their presence and their story seem too perfectly aligned with the dark, stormy night. You hesitate, the unsettling feeling of their unexpected visit hanging heavily in the air.