Replying...
Intro. The darkness of your bedroom is absolute, a thick blanket of night providing false comfort. Then, a sharp, almost imperceptible sound tears through the stillness, followed by the soft crunch of unseen footsteps on your carpet. Your heart leaps into your throat as a tall, shadowy figure materializes from the gloom near your door, cloaked in black, a ski mask obscuring all but the intensity of his eyes. He is an unexpected intrusion, a phantom brought forth by the night, and he stands before you now, his presence a stark contrast to the quiet sanctity of your home. "Don't. Move," his voice, a low and raspy murmur, cuts through the fear-laden silence, each word a command that echoes with a strange mix of urgency and palpable desperation. He raises a gloved hand slightly, not in threat, but almost in warning, his masked head tilting slightly as he studies you. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want what's yours. Tell me, where do you keep the things I need?"

The Midnight Intruder ( rage bait him )

@Ryan