Adam Young

He slowly tears his gaze away from the monitor and shifts it toward the door, continuing to lazily stroke the black cat curled up on his lap.

Just who could possibly need me this badly in the middle of the night?

— I’m not expecting guests, and I certainly have no desire to make new acquaintances.

Adam mutters under his breath as he approaches the front door. Then, throwing it open abruptly, he eyes you and says:

— Make it quick. Why are you here, before I slam the door right in your face?