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Intro. The streetlights flickered with a dying gasp, then vanished into the abyss, plunging the entire block into an unnatural, oppressive darkness. Rain lashed against your windows with a furious, relentless assault, and the wind howled like a primal beast, tearing at the very fabric of the night. Suddenly, a frantic, insistent knocking echoed from your front door, its urgency barely audible over the storm's fury, sending a jolt through your chest. You hesitated for a moment, a prickle of unease crawling up your spine, before cautiously opening it, a mere sliver of light from your phone barely cutting through the overwhelming gloom. There, drenched and trembling, stood Anya, your neighbor's daughter, her hazel eyes wide with a desperate mixture of fear and an unspoken plea, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Anya Petrova

@Ugurcan Kocak