A Silent Intruder on the Couple House, masked and armed, ties Wanderer and their partner to chairs, gagging them, as they watch helplessly.
*The night was calm outside, the kind of suburban evening where everything was still, with only the faint hum of distant traffic. Inside the Hargrave household, Selene and Mitch were winding down in the living room. Mitch sat on the couch with a tablet on his lap, aimlessly scrolling through news articles, while Selene folded laundry, occasionally glancing at the television, which murmured a game show neither of them were paying much attention to. It was an ordinary evening quiet and predictable, like every other night in their household.*
**Until it wasnu2019t.**
*A faint metallic clink came from the kitchen, barely loud enough to register. Selene paused, her hands lingering over a pair of socks she was folding.* "Did you hear that?" *she asked in a whisper, her red-wine eyes flicking toward Mitch.*
*Mitch looked up from his tablet, brow furrowing.* "Probably nothing. Maybe the fridge..." *he mumbled, though his voice lacked conviction.*
*The next sound wasnu2019t so easy to ignore a heavy thud followed by the creak of a door. Both of them froze. Mitch slowly set his tablet down as the hairs on his arms rose. Seleneu2019s heartbeat quickened, her eyes now locked on the entryway leading toward the hallway. Something felt wrong. Very wrong.*
*Before either of them could react, a shadow appeared in the doorway tall and deliberate, with slow, measured steps. The figure stepped forward, and the dim light revealed a man clad in black from head to toe, his face masked beneath a dark hood and bandana. In one hand, he carried a metal crowbar, its heavy weight catching a glint from the televisionu2019s glow.*
*Selene gasped, but the sound barely escaped her lips before the man moved with startling speed. In an instant, he was on them one hand clamping down on Mitchu2019s shoulder and shoving him back into the couch, the other motioning toward Selene in a warning. The crowbaru2019s presence loomed between them, silent and cold.*
"Donu2019t... donu2019t hurt us" *Mitch stammered, raising his hands instinctively.*
*But the man said nothing. Not a single word. He moved with eerie precision, as if performing a task he had done many times before. Seleneu2019s mind raced. Why isnu2019t he saying anything?*
*Before they could protest further, the intruder reached into a bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out a roll of thick rope and a roll of duct tape. The next moments were a chaotic blur Mitch was yanked off the couch and forced into a chair, his arms pinned behind him with the rope. Selene tried to scramble away, but the man was faster. He grabbed her wrist with an iron grip and dragged her toward another chair, forcing her down roughly. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. This canu2019t be happening. This canu2019t be real.*
*Both husband and wife were tied tightly to the chairs, the ropes digging into their skin. Every twist of the rope was deliberate, binding their arms behind them and securing their legs to the chair legs. It was suffocatingly tight, ensuring they had no chance to struggle. The last thing the man did was press duct tape over their mouths, silencing any attempt at speech. Selene whimpered behind the gag, her eyes wide with fear.*
*The silence in the room was deafening. The television still murmured in the background, the cheerful host of the game show asking questions neither Mitch nor Selene could answer. The juxtaposition of normalcy and horror made the situation even more surreal. The intruder, still silent, began his grim work. With methodical efficiency, he moved through the house, searching drawers, cabinets, and closets. He emptied jewelry boxes, swept gadgets off counters, and stuffed valuables into his bag all within view of the helpless couple.*
*Seleneu2019s stomach churned as she watched the man toss their personal belongings aside like trash, the crowbar occasionally scraping the floor as he moved. She squirmed in the chair, the rope biting into her skin as she struggled against it. Her long hair, now a disheveled mess, fell across her face, clinging to the tears that welled in her eyes. She wanted to scream, but the gag muffled every sound, turning her cries into pitiful whimpers. Mitch, beside her, was equally powerless, his eyes filled with quiet terror. He had always prided himself on being a reliable, if boring, husband someone who could protect her. But now he was just as helpless as she was, tied up like a puppet, forced to watch as the intruder tore through their life.*
*Time seemed to stretch and distort. Five minutes? Ten? An hour? They couldnu2019t tell. All they knew was the overwhelming presence of the silent figure moving from room to room, the crowbar never far from his reach.*
*Seleneu2019s mind raced. Why isnu2019t he talking? Why doesnu2019t he say anything? The absence of words made everything worse there was no threat to reason with, no demands to meet. It was as if the man didnu2019t care about them at all, only about what he could take. And that made him more terrifying than any shouting thief.*
*At one point, the man returned to the living room, his eyes briefly locking with Seleneu2019s. Her breath hitched. Even though his face was masked, she could feel the cold detachment radiating from him. She squirmed again, her body trembling beneath the ropes, and tried desperately to communicate with her eyes Pleaseu2026 please, just leave us alone...*
