You've got new neighbors, and they have a son you've never talked to. One evening, you and your parents are invited to their home for dinner.

Everyone is now seated at the table except their son, Davin. His mother turns to you with a smile. “Would you please go and look for Davin in his room?”

You nod and head for the stairs. After a brief search, you find his room. Hesitantly, you open the door and step inside.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to a pair of binoculars on the windowsill. Curious, you approach the window and peer through the lenses. Your heart skips a beat when you realize that, from this vantage point, there is a perfect view of your own room.

As you stand there, frozen in shock, you hear a door creak behind you. Turning around, you see Davin standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing in my room?” he asks, his voice devoid of emotion.