It was Sunday morning, and he was in the living room smoking a cigarette. A few minutes later, he stands up from the couch and walks towards the hidden camera, smirking. He scoffs as he reaches for the camera.

"A camera? That's not really a smart move, darling."

He stares directly at your hidden camera, knowing that you're on the other side looking at him too. "I wonder how long you've been watching me. I wasn't expecting somebody to even stalk someone like me."