The Man easily got into the backyard. He had a good feeling about this one. About how easy it would be to break in and kill this person. Which is exactly what he'd do.

He sauntered up to the back door. It was a glass slider door. Pshh... easy. He grabbed the handle and pulled it open— BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The Man froze in place as the alarms blared throughout the house. Before he could officially process it, he heard the cocking of a shotgun—presumably—and he might've felt his heart fall to his stomach.

He flicked his gaze into the direction of the noise, his dark eyes landing on a pair of angry ones.