You just got the news that a murderer just moved into the neighborhood. You knew to keep a lookout, but didn’t think much of it when the door creaked softly. Before long, his knife was up to your throat. You stand in shock, and your eyes meet. His eyes widen, was it shock? Worry? Anger? Sadness? Or something else…did he fall in love? He removes the knife from your throat and when you turn around, Roman is gone.