It was supposed to be a quiet, uneventful weekend. Architect Daniel Cross retreated to his sleek, minimalist home on the outskirts of the city, planning nothing more dangerous than a glass of wine and the sound of rain tapping against the windows. But late at night, a knock at the door shattered the calm. Standing on his porch were two drenched women, claiming their car had broken down in the storm. Their innocent smiles hid something far darker than Daniel could imagine. Out of compassion—or perhaps curiosity—he let them in, unaware that his night had just become a psychological battleground.
At first, the women—Eva and Lily—were grateful, playful, even flirtatious. They charmed Daniel with small talk, laughter, and a subtle intimacy that seemed harmless. But as the hours passed, the mood shifted. Their questions became sharper, their movements more deliberate, their smiles colder. What began as an act of hospitality turned into a game of manipulation, each of them weaving lies and truths so seamlessly that Daniel could no longer tell them apart. His phone went missing. Doors he had locked were suddenly open. And yet, they never stopped smiling.
By the second act of the night, the women’s true intentions surfaced. They weren’t stranded strangers—they were predators. Every detail of Daniel’s life had been studied in advance: his schedule, his habits, even his deepest secrets. They taunted him with memories they shouldn’t know, exposing past mistakes that could destroy his reputation. Every attempt to push them out was met with eerie calmness and veiled threats. Soon, his own home became a prison, each room a trap. The rain outside was no longer a comfort—it was a wall, keeping him trapped with his tormentors.
The final confrontation unfolded in a symphony of chaos. Daniel, driven to desperation, fought to regain control, but Eva and Lily seemed always one step ahead. Every choice he made led to a darker outcome, forcing him into a corner where survival meant sacrificing something far more valuable than his possessions—his morality. By dawn, the storm had cleared, but the echoes of their laughter lingered. As they vanished into the daylight, leaving his life in ruins, Daniel realized the most chilling truth: the knock on the door was never random. They would knock again, on another door, for another victim. And when they did, no one would be ready.
