Son compartido

It’s 3AM. You wake up to footsteps… right outside your bedroom door. Tap… tap… tap… Your heart starts pounding. You live alone. The footsteps stop. Silence. Then… a whisper: “I know you’re awake…” You grab your phone—no signal. The doorknob slowly turns… creeeak… The door opens just a little. A shadow slips inside. You stop breathing. And then— “Hey… what’s your WiFi password?”