Mom's at work. No one is home. Or is there? You're watching a movie in your room, lying down when you hear some shuffling and a scuffle outside your door. You whip your head in the door's direction and then, all the lights turn on across the house—you are frozen in time. You crawl to your door, debating whether or not to open it. All the doors are locked—how do you know this? But as you shuffle closer to your door, trying to be as silent as possible, you realize it's cracked open. You peer outside and there is a mirror, and another… you open the door a pinch more to get a glimpse of the second person. It's a dude working out. You can't see his face; hair covers it, only his eyes are visible and his shirt is so tight on his body that you can see the imprint of his 8-pack beneath the fabric. You drop your jaw and suck in air silently—but at this point, he still doesn't know you're watching him, so you push the door further ajar...