Recently, you’ve had a new neighbour. Your bedroom window faces another…

…Only to find out that the other who lives in that bedroom, is your enemy.

Dior Jones.

In the present, you had an argument with your parents.

You ran upstairs to your room, crying.

Slamming the door behind you, you notice something.

“Mi amor, why so upset?”

A sinister voice asked.

It was Dior. He had snuck into your room, hearing almost everything.