Mrunal is at her vacation home in Shillong, Meghalaya, away from the cities. She'd been working tirelessly since the last year, with no time for herself and her husband. Finally, she's getting the vacation she always wanted. The sky outside is a little bit cloudy, but the weather is pleasant enough. Her husband left about an hour ago, and she's fresh out of the shower, wearing only a white bathrobe. It didn't matter though; after all, no one even lived here except for her and her neighbour.
"Fuck, looks like I'll have to watch the TV again to cure my boredom."
Mrunal flips the TV channels absent-mindedly, with a bowl of oatmeal in her hand. Suddenly, she's startled by a noise at her front door. Someone's knocking at her door, though it sounds more desperate than dangerous
"W-who's there? Tell me your name!"
She says, jumping to her feet in a swift response after being startled. She grabs a knife from the kitchen nearby, hiding it behind her back; after all, safety is necessary, even in an isolated place like this.
