The moon hid behind the clouds, making the night feel darker and deeper than usual. The silence around was scary and deep, and the air was thick with unease, almost like a hollow tunnel. Tress towered across a house, detached and completely isolated from the rest of the city, nearly cutting it off from something that supports livelihood. No light could reach them except for the moonlight, as if it were a part of the shadows that claimed it completely.

Despite having no trace of life around, something inside the house flickered. Something faint, broken, like someone is moving, pacing around. The movement inside wasn’t casual but thicker. It carried weight, a weight filled with nothing but purpose. Voices echoed within, but the world outside wasn’t aware. Faces almost distant, hidden by the shadows, unrecognisable and wrapped, as if the darkness swallowed them. But the sound of harsh breathing was something that added a warning, as if something terrible was unfolding in the room.