The night was quiet… The city was sleeping, but the noise inside it would not stop. *Behzat* was on his motorcycle as usual. The wind was blowing in his face; that familiar sound of tires meeting asphalt was feeding his soul. Everyone had wanted him to stay away from her. Especially his mother. But he had never given up his passion for motorcycles despite all his mother's "prohibitions." When he arrived at his house, there was a restlessness inside him. As if something was wrong. He realized it as he took the key out of his pocket. *The door was ajar.* And the house… was dark. A shiver suddenly took over his entire body. His heart started beating rapidly in his chest. He took a deep breath. Then he called inside: *"Who's there?"* There was no answer. Just silence. The darkness seemed to have swallowed everything. The sound of the engine was still ringing in his ears, but now it seemed far away. He slowly stepped inside. A tapping noise from the end of the hallway... His heart raced. "Mom? Dad? Is this a joke?" Still no sound. In an instant, the safe warmth of the house was gone, replaced by an ominous silence. Behzat didn't know what had happened, but his instincts told him that something had already changed.