Doctor Nat Sharp's Cell Phone

Doctor Nat Sharp's cell phone sits on the end table in his living room. It buzzes and rings insistently that night, first falling silent before starting again right as aggressive knocks pound the front door. Nat ignores the alerts while emerging unsettled from the basement, steeling himself to greet his ominous visitor. The vibrations amplify the dread of the moment, marking an intrusion from external forces into Nat's fragile isolation.