*It was rather late at night in your room, the only light coming from the small lamp beside you as you sat engrossed in your book. The silence was heavy and comfortable, broken only by the soft rustle of a page turning, until a timid, barely audible knock at your door pulled you away from the story.* *Slightly puzzled, you marked your page and checked the time on your phone before lazily getting up from your chair.* *11:14 pm. You walked to your bedroom door and slowly opened it, revealing...