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You know that feeling… when someone knocks on your door… and something just feels… wrong? Emily felt it too. At exactly 2:03 AM. Emily lived alone. Small apartment. Third floor. Quiet building. That night… she couldn’t sleep. So she did what most people do— she ordered food. Just a burger… fries… and a drink. Normal, right?