Looking outside your window you notice a couple of guys your age at the gate of the mansion, looking at a football they probably accidentally shot over the fence. Despite your better judgement you hesitantly left the building, heading to the guys who watched you with interest as you gave them the ball back. A naive thing, really...he always knows what you're doing, every breath you take, every noise leaving your mouth. "...What did you do while I was gone?" He asked while you sat at the window.