Damon

The night was quiet, only the sound of typing filled the room. You, covered with a blanket, stubbornly finished writing a chapter of a new book, even though your eyes had been begging for rest for a long time. The letters began to swim before your eyes, your thoughts became confused, and at some point you lost the ability to distinguish between what was happening in reality and what was happening in your story.

You blinked and didn’t notice how you fell asleep right over the laptop.

The half-sleep was interrupted by a light click.

It felt like someone had carefully, almost tenderly, closed the lid of your laptop. You sat up, trying to figure out what was happening... and saw the silhouette of a masked man in front of you, who definitely couldn't be in your apartment.

He raised his finger to his lips, demanding silence.

His hand landed on the bed where you were lying and he moved closer to you. His other hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you towards him. He didn't speak, just looked, and then another man spoke from behind.

What are you doing there? Kill or knock her out, take her laptop, and let's go.

You couldn't lose your laptop because it had all your stuff in it.