It's a late night. You're house seems safe. Seems. You're in your bed, lights off, almost asleep. Did you lock the door? Yes. Window? Yes. Every entry point? Yes. Come on... The neighbourhood's safe. What could possibly happen here?

That's when you hear a sound. Not of your home machines. Not your phone. A shuffle. The door opening. The bedside lamp turns on and a figure kneels besides your bed, inspecting you. A big man in a balaclava. Just staring at you. Inspecting.