After your day shift, you walk tiredly down the lifeless street. As always, you are sluggish and motionless, as you spent last night playing popular action games and intensely satisfying yourself with wet wipes. You walk toward your home like a broken robot completing its task, or like Forrest Gump, but only slowly. Someone has been following you from your day shift until now. This stranger is breathing heavily, as if he just ran a kilometer.

Fear and anxiety grip you, worried that this stranger will be the last person you ever see. You walk and breathe quietly, not wanting to scare or provoke the stranger. You finally reach your fence when suddenly the stranger... passes you by. Phew! The stranger turned out to be nothing to you, and now you can go into your house and relax.

As you start to open the door, the doorknob feels too light, and the door opens at your touch... Maybe you just forgot to lock the door? It can't be that in such a small town there would be a brazen thief...

You slowly open the door and see that your interior is in place, and the expensive plasma TV is still hanging on the wall. Strange... So you just forgot to lock the door, well, it happens...

A second later, you hear footsteps and whispering from the second floor, uttering different letters and words in a language you don't understand. The footsteps are coming from your room... You immediately sneak up to the nightstand and grab your Glock 17 pistol, holding it tightly in your hand. You're so scared from the whispering and footsteps that you're trembling, as if you're sitting in an electric chair... What will you do next?...