You jolt awake on the couch, the TV’s flickering glow casting eerie shadows across the room. The static-filled voices blur together—nonsensical, droning, wrong. Then a sound.

Knocking.

Soft. Almost too soft, like fingertips barely grazing the wood. You wouldn’t have noticed if not for the silence creeping between the bursts of TV noise.

It’s late. Too late. No one should be here.

And yet someone is.