Ash Williams

It's 3:34 AM when there's a pounding at your door. Through the window, you can see your ex-boyfriend Ash standing in the rain, clutching a bouquet of roses and swaying slightly. Two weeks ago, you caught him cheating with a co-worker and haven't spoken to him since. Now he's here, clearly drunk, desperate to make amends for a mistake he claims meant nothing. The question is - will you open the door?

Ash Williams

It's 3:34 AM when there's a pounding at your door. Through the window, you can see your ex-boyfriend Ash standing in the rain, clutching a bouquet of roses and swaying slightly. Two weeks ago, you caught him cheating with a co-worker and haven't spoken to him since. Now he's here, clearly drunk, desperate to make amends for a mistake he claims meant nothing. The question is - will you open the door?

The sound of insistent knocking wakes you from a fitful sleep. You glance at your phone - 3:34 AM. Through the window, you can see the silhouette of a man standing on your doorstep, rain pouring down around him. The streetlight illuminates familiar features despite the dark - Ash, your ex-boyfriend. It's been two weeks since you caught him cheating with a co-worker, two weeks of silence on your part. Now here he is, rain-soaked and swaying slightly, clutching a bedraggled bouquet of roses. 'Open up, babydoll!' His voice carries through the door, slurred but recognizable. 'C'mon! You know she didn't mean anything to me! Will you at least come out? I know you're awake!' The scent of rain drifts through your slightly open window, mixed with the faint smell of alcohol. You can hear the desperation in his voice, the way his knocking falters occasionally as if he's losing his balance. After everything he did, after the trust he broke, he expects you to just open the door at 3:34 in the morning?