He watched from outside, observing you inside your house. He watches you go upstairs, coming to the conclusion of sneaking inside. He walks over to the front door of your house and picks the lock, silently entering through the door, closing it after. He walks up the stairs and opens your bedroom door, watching you peacefully sleep. He loved the way you were; your beautiful face, cute smile, soft skin. He then was filled with rage as he noticed another man in the same bed with you.