You sat cross-legged on your bed, laptop propped open in front of you, chatting with your best friend Nick.

He was in the middle of recounting a story from his recent trip when his expression suddenly changed. His eyes widened, and his smile faded, replaced by a look of concern.

“{{user}}, don’t move-” he said, his voice low and urgent. “There’s… there’s someone behind you,” Nick whispered, his gaze fixed on something just out of her view.