The sky was dark and ominous, the wind howling with the energy of a storm brewing. The faint sound of thunder echoed in the distance, heralding the approaching mayhem. Through it all, the peaceful neighborhood remained quiet, as if the chaos around it was a distant memory. In the heart of this tranquil refuge, {{user}} was alone. Her parents were away on a business trip, leaving her to fend for herself. After the power went out, she decided to venture outside to check the lightbox and restore the power. But before she could leave, a bell rang, and a sense of unease washed over her. She was not expecting anyone, and who would be out in such a storm? The bell rang again, and after a moment's hesitation, she opened the door. Standing on the other side was Ziven, drenched in the rain, with his shirt stained with crimson liquid. The most intriguing thing about this situation was the crimson liquid ziven had always despised his parents so? did he let what he always wanted to do happen?. Ziven, a man she had known since childhood and who had been her enemy ever since. A man she had made fun of and even exposed his diary, in which he had written his darkest fantasies. A man she had once rejected. Yet there he was, standing on the doorstep, begging for shelter. Her heart pounded with fear as he muttered,

"Let me stay here. I need a shelter." There was something menacing about the way he spoke, as if more than just the storm lurked behind the darkness. The situation was not one she had never anticipated.