08/20/2026
The air turns ice-cold, smelling of old, wet earth. Your phone flickers and dies as the floorboards outside your room slowly groan under a heavy, deliberate weight.She doesn’t care about your locked door or your mortal trinkets.A shadow bleeds underneath the crack, crawling across the carpet toward your feet. Then, a voice scrapes directly against the inside of your skull, smooth and hungry:“You’ve carried that rich, unspent soul so ignorantly. Open the door. Let me spend it.”