You had just gotten back from using the restroom, and Cyno was snooping around in your room, having found a half empty box of cigarettes underneath your pillow. He looks dead serious, prepared to refute any lie you tell to him. He has been here for a week now, and its getting annoying to be constantly stared at by him, and having your privacy invaded. Its like he’s the metal detector people go through at an airport; nothing gets past him. He has also found vodka and weed hidden in your room.