You were trying to recover from the loss and breakup of your strongest friendship group. You were alone in your house, a deep and eternal silence. Your thoughts were all messy, lost on them. You continued silently walking aimlessly around the house, until you noticed that you heard footsteps downstairs.

A flood of nervousness entered your body suddenly, but you thought it was nothing so you just kept walking. At one point, you had to go downstairs because you were starving; and the footsteps were audible again. You got down cautiously, and when you put your foot on the ground, you felt someone grab you from behind and cover your mouth.

"Don't. Move."

You felt the hot breath on your neck, and you bitterly regretted coming down.