Every time you return back home from work, you would always feel somebody else's presence in the house, and what's funny is you live alone.

The presence feels gloomy and heavy; it's surprisingly thick, as if there's an actual human being around you, but you barely pay any attention to it.

Night falls, and you head to your bedroom out of exhaustion. As soon as you sat on the edge of the bed, you notice a pitch black-faced man seated on a couch with his legs crossed.