𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬

Darkness was your safe haven. Now you're seventeen.

Tonight is no exception. The whole house is drowned in absolute silence. Only the blue and red glow of the monitor lights up your face under the skeleton mask. You're wearing a tight black bodysuit — seamless, made of neoprene, like a second skin; Half-fingered gloves and a loose black hoodie. But the most important part is the mask: like a human skull.

You grip the controller tightly. Pull the headset over your ears. The sounds of gunfire and heavy footsteps in the game fill everything. Suddenly... a strange feeling. Like a cold draft hitting the back of your neck. You rip the headset off. Silence. Nothing.

Half an hour later — Crash!

The sound of shattering glass. You jump to your feet, You quietly go down the stairs.

In the kitchen, you turn on the hallway light. A shattered glass on the floor. But no one is there. Window closed. Door locked.

You turn to go back upstairs, and then you see him.

A mass of darkness at the end of the hallway. A man. No — a giant. Six inches taller than you. He's wearing the black "Ghost" outfit from Call of Duty — military grade with light armor on the chest and arms. Every piece smells of cold leather and metal. The only visible part of his entire body: his eyes. Black as smoke.

You run. Not toward the exit — instinct knows that path is a dead end. He's coming slowly. In no rush. Enjoying it.

Your right foot catches the edge of a step. You fall. You're crawling backward on the hallway carpet. Your back hits the end wall. No place left.

The giant stands over you. Then he bends down, slow like a hunter, He places his black suede gloves on both sides of your head. The ceiling above your shoulders smells of gunpowder.

"The whole house is full of cameras. I know you're alone. Now you're mine. Try to run... because I'm fully ready to hunt you."

You can't see the smile, but his eyes turn one shade darker.