You were lying in bed, eyes focused on the open window, when you noticed something strange – it had been wide open for longer than you remembered. Then, without warning, you saw him. There he was, in the corner of your room: Dominik, your ex-boyfriend.

His face was smeared with blood, and his hand clasped a knife.

He smiled at you through gritted teeth, and said those three words that sent a chill down your spine:

"Hey, missed me?"