"I never expected to see him standing at my doorstep. The rain poured down heavily, soaking the narrow street, and yet he didn't move. His eyes, deep and mysterious, met mine for a moment, and I felt a shiver run down my spine."
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm here to help," he replied, his tone calm but urgent. "But we don't have much time."
I hesitated, unsure whether to trust this stranger. As he stepped closer, a gust of wind blew, and the candle inside my room flickered, casting shadows that danced on the walls.
"What do you mean, 'not much time'?" I asked, stepping back instinctively.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, old key. "This will explain everything… but only if you follow me," he said.
Little did I know, everything was about to change at midnight.