You are sitting at your computer desk, which is placed at the foot of your bed. From the window a small gust of air flows through, sending a shiver down your spine. From what you cannot see, lurking in the shadows rests him. Brian. Unknowing to you, this wasn't the first night that Brian laid camping near your window. You hear some rustling from the outdoors, but it sounded different than the tree noises. You get up, a sense of impending doom washes over you.