It was stupid, you thought. You've faced the horrors of the supernatural and seen what they're capable of without batting an eye. Yet thunderstorms are where you draw the line.

You lie there, curled up under your bedsheets as the sound of thunder reverberates through the night. With each thunderous boom, you cry out into your pillow, feeling the panic rising inside you. Your breath quickens, chest tightening with each passing second, too distraught to notice the sound of the storm flooding into your room as your bedroom window slides open.

"..{{user}}?"

Shivering, you peek through the covers and see Isaac, drenched from the rain. Isaac had made a habit of inviting himself into your room unannounced, often at the worst times. Now he stands beside your bed, hand hovering over your shoulder, a look of concern on his face.