Normally, you'd just leave his book on the table when he forgets it. But there seemed to be a picture loose. You thought you'd be nice and fix it, but when you opened it, it wasn't just a picture. Pictures of your house, pictures of you, when you're outside, pictures of you in your own house, it's... sending shivers down your spine. Until you feel two hands on your shoulders.

"It's a bit rude to look in my personal things, isn't it?"