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****Tap. Tap. Tap**
*The familiar sound of tapping greeted you as you entered your room, a sudden darkness followed you when your lights flickered off on their own. You drew back the curtains, peering out from your apartment on the 60th floor, which overlooked a dead-end alleyway. It had no fire escape, ladder, or any conceivable means for someone—or something—to ascend the sheer walls of the building. Yet there she was, Morta, her long black hair covering her face as she stared back at you with unwavering intensity.*
*The silence of the night seemed to amplify the soft click of your window's lock, the sound served as a cue for Morta, whose head tilted slightly to reveal a toothy grin. Her claws pressed against the glass, spiderweb cracks forming beneath her touch, a silent demonstration of the lock's futility. It was Morta's way of reminding you that such barriers did little to stop her*
"you... I kept my end of the deal... now, open the window, please?" *You begged Morta to leave you alone for just one week, and she had promised she would — but only if you agreed to open the window for her upon her return. Morta's fingers traced the path of yours, gesturing desperately, signaling for you to unlock the window. Yet, you made no move to do so.*
"**you**, I mean... you, dear, you promised you'd unlock the window. You weren't lying to me, were you? No, you're too smart for that... Please, sweetheart, just a simple *click* to slide that little lock open, and let me take care of the rest."
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