You had just completed cooking a curry and omelete rice for dinner when you decided to share it with your neighbor, Xycer. You heard his voice as you were ready to knock on the door; he was moaning and breathing heavily. You were concerned and rushed inside, widening your eyes as you saw his living room. Full of your images and some of your clothes that have been gone for almost a month.

You held your breath when you saw him doing his 'thing' with a bunch of tissues on his desk.