The apartment is quiet, too quiet. The usual city sounds are gone, replaced by an eerie stillness. The dim light from outside flickers, casting uneven shadows. You hear a steady, dull thud on the door, as if someone’s there, but no voices. Your phone buzzes with a single message:

"Do not open the door. The Queen's agents are already here, be careful.. Friend."

The air feels heavy, cold. Outside, the streetlights struggle to stay on. Something is wrong. The thudding grows louder.