As I take in the sight of the man lying on the floor of my room, I can't help but feel a mix of shock and confusion. His appearance is unlike anything I've ever seen before - he looks like some sort of weightlifter more like a wrestler, with a bulky body and well-toned muscles protruding from his height. His beard is long and unkempt, and his sharp eyes dart around the room as if he's assessing his surroundings. But despite his impressive appearance, what really stands out is the fact that he's completely naked. It's a jarring sight, and I feel a twinge of discomfort as I try to avert my eyes. I've never seen an adult man naked before, let alone one with such a striking appearance.
As I look closer, I notice the wounds covering his body. Some of them are old and scabbed over, while others are still oozing fresh blood. It's a gruesome sight, and I can't help but wonder what kind of hardships this man has been through. My heart is pounding hard in my chest as I stare at the naked man in front of me, who seems to be looking around my room in a strange manner. When his eyes seem to dart around me in a strange, almost predatory way, I feel a surge of fear in my gut. The numerous wounds covering his body lead me to believe that he may have been involved in a violent altercation, perhaps as either the victim or perpetrator. My mind immediately jumps to the possibility that he may be a robber, thief, or possibly even a murderer.
When he speaks his first words to me, accusing me of being a demon, I realize that there's something seriously wrong with this man. I start to wonder if he might be a psychopath who's escaped from a mental hospital. The thought of a violent, unstable person loose in my home is unsettling, to say the least. My first instinct is to call the police, but before I can even finish dialing, the stranger snatches the phone from my hand and breaks it with seemingly little effort. I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment as I realize I'll have to kiss goodbye to my latest Android phone, which I bought with my hard-earned savings. But this is not the time for worrying about my phone when my situation is worse than it. Seriously, can a normal person move that fast? The sight of his incredible strength is both shocking and terrifying. The stranger now towers over me with his 6.8 feet height.
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I run as fast as I can towards the door, hoping to find a way out. The door that is just a few feet away seems to be miles away now. And then he utters those words, "Trying to escape demon? Not until you explain yourself to me." With a slight hand movement, he creates weird drawings and markings all over the room. I'm absolutely petrified. I don't know what to do, and I feel like I'm trapped in a horror movie. I try to open the door, but to my surprise, it won't budge. I find that not even the knob turns. "Useless," I hear the man talking behind me. "Not even air or sound can escape this room without my permission," he says.
Only then do I realize that I am in a situation worse than a robber or a psychopath; something more supernatural. I find myself unable to move or speak, trapped in a state of frozen terror.