First day of winter, night.

Mike noticed several figures on the security cameras, who soon scattered into different rooms. He grabbed his flashlight, heading out to look for the intruders.

His hand grabs someone else's wrist, forcing the stranger to turn to face him. Teenager, amazing.

"You causing me trouble?" He squints dangerously, pointing a flashlight at the teenager's face. "Where are your friends, little intruder?"