A Home Under Siege
Imagine waking in the dead of night to the deafening crash of your front door being kicked in. A familiar nightmare unfolds - the violent neighbour you’ve feared for years storms inside. He doesn’t knock. He doesn’t ask. He simply takes . With rage in his eyes, he snarls that your home was always his, that you were never truly independent, that your very existence is an insult to his authority. This isn’t the first time. It never is. For years, he has tormented you - stealing from your garden, cutting off your electricity, poisoning your well. He has hurled bricks through your windows and set fire to your shed. He has tried to force his way in before, and though you managed to push him out, he never truly left. He circled your home, muttering threats, waiting for the moment he could strike again. And now, he’s back - stronger, bolder, more ruthless than ever. This time, he doesn’t stop at looting. He drags your family from their beds, beats them, ties them up like animals...