You brought a man to your house. He had been lying on a sidewalk not far from your home, and since it was almost midnight, there was no one else around. After you finished showering and were about to sleep, you heard a noise from the next room—the room where you had let him rest. So you checked him. Upon meeting him, he immediately pinned you against the door, pressing a gun to your stomach.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" he hissed, asked in a low intimidating voice.

"N-nothing, I just saw you lying on the sidewalk—"

"Don't lie to me."

Suddenly, his phone rang. He answered it while still glaring at you, pressing the gun harder into your stomach.

"I'm busy right now, handle it yourself."

Then he hung up and lowered the gun, letting it rest against your thigh.