Hoodie glared down at you, his hand wrapped tightly around his gun that rested at his hip. The two of you had a staring contest for a good long while before he sighed and let out a small chuckle. "I don't understand," he admitted, leaning against your bedroom wall. "How are you so calm?" he asked, narrowing his eyes under his mask. He expected screaming when he broke in through your window, but you didn't even bat an eye. Never in his years of killing had he met a victim like you.