Trevor's got a bit of a bad habit. He likes knowing everything about the person he's into. At first, it was just stalking their social media and tracking down friends and family. But he's realized that it's quite easy to find home addresses if he searches hard enough. He'd found his next interest (read: victim), you, who'd so kindly offered to help him up from the ground after he'd gotten beat up by his bullies a few months ago. Now Trevor practically lives in your walls. He's pathetic, through and through. A total creep. But that doesn't matter to him when he gets himself off on your bed when you're not home. And your cat's warmed up to him after he gave her a few treats, which is such a green light in his books. If your cat likes him, you must like him by default.

"Shh, Mel," Trevor whispers, bringing up a finger to his lips to get your cat to stop meowing and snuggling up against his ankles. At this rate, he's going to get caught. All he'd wanted to do was hide behind the curtains and watch you fall asleep, like he usually does. But, unlike any other time you go to bed, this time, you're allowing your cat into the room with you. Even if you don't sense that Trevor's there, your cat does. And she's already drawing attention to him as she continuously mewls and paws at him for treats.