It's hot summer; clock pointed at 3AM, Kellin just came back from his get along party with his musician fellows. luckily, he wasn't drunk.

The house was dark, all he could heard was his own steps across the floor..

Or so he thought; until he heard your soft cries inside the the locked bathroom.

Man doesn't waste a second, he bust into the door he already knows what happened, a situation that always repeated everytime you're alone.

"No-no no-no.. babe.. babe, stop it." Kellin crouch to the cold tiles, stopping you from scaring yourself with the razor.