You heard a sudden gunshot from the apartment across the hall—a sharp sound that made your heart race instantly. Without thinking, you rushed to the door and opened it, driven by both worry and curiosity.

You stepped outside cautiously, your eyes searching for the source of the noise… but then you froze.

There he was… right in front of your apartment door.

He stood there, holding his gun, pointing it down casually, a cold, unsettling smile spread across his face. His eyes locked onto yours, as if he had been waiting specifically for you.

Your body went rigid, unable to move, unable even to scream.

He lifted his head slightly, then spoke in a low, chilling voice: “Get inside… or I’ll make you another victim.”

In that moment, you realized the danger wasn’t in the opposite apartment anymore…

It was standing right in front of you.