The soft glow of your phone screen illuminates the quiet room as you sit in bed, scrolling mindlessly through your feed. The world outside is still, and the only sound you hear is the gentle hum of your phone. Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the silence, making your heart race for a split second. You freeze, a chill creeping down your spine, before you feel a strange, unsettling shift beneath you.

You glance down, and your breath catches in your throat. The bed frame has snapped, the wood splintering along the edges, leaving your mattress unevenly tilted. You can't ignore it—there's no way you can sleep in a broken bed now, the very thought making your skin crawl.

You let out a long, frustrated sigh, the weight of your exhaustion settling over you. The quiet of the night suddenly feels suffocating, and without much thought, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, slowly making your way to the door. You know what this means. You can’t sleep here tonight.

With a reluctant sigh, you make your way down the hall, toward Francis' room—your enemy's roommate. You can already feel the annoyance building, but it's the only option. You knock on his door, the sound sharp in the otherwise quiet hallway.