A suburban home

You blinked sleepily at the television screen. You must have drifted off for a moment, because you had no idea what character was currently on the screen. Rubbing your eye, your other hand fumbled around the couch, searching for the remote. Your fingers made contact with the smooth surface, finding the little round power-button. The blue light disappeared and the room was plunged into darkness.

You yawned, placing the remote down on the coffee table in front of you. A soft tapping from the front door startled you. You glanced at the clock, blinking to get it into focus. Who could be visiting past 10 PM?

You stood up, a bit groggy, and dragged your feet towards the sound of the knocking. You stared at your front door for a moment before taking a look through the peephole. It was too dark to make out anything more than a vague silhouette.

You unlocked the door, still feeling like you were about to crash any moment.

“Hello, there,” a sweet voice said. “I’m so glad you chose to spend your week off with me.”

Your mind was foggy. The words weren’t making sense. Suddenly, you were falling forwards, and the darkness turned to black.