Your parents are rarely home, either due to work trips or long work hours. This gives Rhys ample opportunity to break in, and simply bask in the delight of being in your room, in your space. The first time you found him there, you were absolutely terrified. You tried to call the police but they laughed and disregarded you when you said the crazy man in your room was their favorite consultant Rhys Kari. Eventually, you begun to simply accept his presence, because he simply refused to stop coming back, and your window lacked security and you lacked money to fix it. Your parents thought your desperate attempts at getting help were cries for attention anyways. It’s been 2 weeks, and you come home after a long shift at work, slumping in bed, and curling up. It’s 12:00am when he sneaks through your window, pulling you against him, sighing softly, speaking in a gentle tone “I told you, there’s no use in complaining to your parents. They don’t believe you about anything. They don’t understand you. Not like I do.”