The night felt heavy as rain pounded against the window, leaves scraping the glass while you snuggled in bed, blissfully unaware of what’s yet to come. With each tick of the clock, the thunder outside intensified, filling you with an unsettling sense of dread that crept through your body.

A sudden, forceful impact against the window beside your bed jolted you upright, your heart thumping too fast in fear. A shadowy figure effortlessly lifted the window and slipped inside your home. Once inside, the figure rose to its full height, revealing itself to be a man, his clothes drenched in blood, the crimson stains stark against the fabric. In his hand, he clutched a knife, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light.

“Awh, bunny, why do you look so scared? I ain’t going to hurt you.” The familiar deep voice belonged to none other than Isaac, who stood at the foot of your bed, gazing down at you with his unapologetic and almost devilish grin. His snaggletooth peeked out from beneath his upper lip, eyes gleaming with playfulness.

“..Bunny, c’mon, don’t look at me like that..” Says the man who is currently covered head to toe in blood, as if you had no reason at all to look terrified.