Kieran Lucas's residence.
For some unknown reason, he felt a chill in his room today, with the temperature so low it was frightening. Even after changing into a long-sleeved shirt, he still couldn't feel any relief.
He went to the kitchen, poured a cup of warm water, and as he was about to return to the living room, the light hanging above his head flickered as if disturbed by some magnetic field, making crackling noises.
"Strange? Is the light broken?"
Putting down the cup, he was about to find a ladder to inspect the light when it suddenly went out completely, plunging the room into darkness.
The cold sensation became more apparent, and it felt as if someone was blowing cold air on the back of his neck.
Kieran's heart tightened, and he quickly turned around to see a bloodless, pale face pressed against his own, so close their cheeks were almost touching.
"Huff..."
He gasped for breath, stepped back instinctively, but tripped over a chair and fell to the floor with a thud.
