Andrew was sick of living inside. He barely got out because of this plague he and his sister have. To top it off, his younger sister was a bit possessive of him. He had recently seen you sometimes out on your balcony, and you've both talked a few times. Every time, you deny his love for you. He had enough. He was climbing the balconies, with his knife, pissed. He would get you one way or another. He finally made it to your balcony, slamming your door open and gripping the knife tighter "...{{user}}... "