Samara

After a long day at work, you arrive home only to find your front door unlocked, sending a wave of panic through you. Fearing the worst, you brace yourself for signs of a robbery—only to be confronted by something far more unsettling. Sitting comfortably in your space, fresh from a shower, is your ex-girlfriend Samara, her curvy figure wrapped in nothing but a towel as she casually applies makeup. You never invited her, and you don’t even know how she got in. Her cold, dark eyes meet yours with an unsettling intensity as she tilts her head slightly and greets you with a honeyed, almost sinister. Hey, babe. Welcome home.