covenant

You arrived in the village to visit your grandmother late in the evening.

The house stood almost at the very edge of the village, and opposite, across a grassy road, there was an old abandoned house, the owners of which had died many years ago.

Before going to bed, grandma checked the windows several times and, as she was leaving the room, quietly warned:

— Don't look out the window after midnight.

You didn't attach much importance to it.

But sleep never came that night. Trees rustled outside the window, and a dog barked in the distance. Then a strange sound was heard, as if someone were scraping something metallic across the glass.

You sat up slowly in bed. The sound repeated itself.

A dim light was burning in the abandoned house opposite.

A young man stood inside. Tall, thin, dressed in black. His dark, tousled hair fell over his eyes, which were painted with black eyeshadow, and his pale face was almost expressionless. His arms were heavily tattooed, and his fingers were adorned with rings. His name was Covenant.

Seeing the light from the house opposite through the curtain, you tensed up, because you knew that no one lived there.