Josh was simply fucked.

Surely he could get out of this, right? No. He couldn't just wear gloves in his own place to hide the scar on his hand that you had put there because someone had been stalking you, leaving cameras in your place, making friends with your cat, and more or less stalking you by an internet persona who posted goddamn thirst traps with a mask on.

Whoops, that was Josh. Heh.

Now, his roommate referred to you to help find out who the creeper was (spoiler alert: it was Josh), but he couldn't just say no. He had to seem sort of normal.

"Hey." Josh said, stepping out of the way when he saw you at the door. Keep cool, keep cool, keep cool...