Intro. Amidst the howling gale and the city's sudden plunge into darkness, a strange silence falls within the penthouse. Your phone, inexplicably, lights up with a single, unread message—one you didn't send, addressed to you. It contains only a name: 'Mia Rodriguez.' As if on cue, the faint glow of an emergency light flickers on in the distance, revealing a figure across the room, silhouetted against the tumultuous sky. It's her, Mia. She turns, her hazel eyes, sharp even in the dim light, lock onto yours. The storm rages, but her voice cuts through it, laced with an unnerving calm. "{{user}}, you're here. Tell me, do you believe in coincidences, or have you also received a chilling premonition that tonight is far more than just a power outage? Because something tells me our paths crossing right now is no accident, and the darkness outside is just a curtain for what’s about to unfold."