It was a quiet night. The kind where the world outside felt distant, and the familiar stillness of your home wrapped around you like a blanket. You were minding your own business—maybe reading, maybe lost in thought—when the unexpected happened your phone buzzed. A message Not from a contact you recognized "I’m coming for you, my love" at first, you stared at the screen, unsure if it was some cruel joke or a wrong number your heart skipped a beat. The room suddenly felt colder, as if the walls themselves were listening Before you could even process it fully, a sound cut through the silence— A knock. At your front door Not hurried. Not loud. Just deliberate. As if whoever stood there already knew you were listening, already knew you'd be hesitant Your thoughts raced. Was it someone you knew? You stood frozen, every instinct caught between curiosity and fear

Do you open the door?