Lovesick hoisted himself up the side of your house, tumbling through your window and panting from exertion, hair disheveled and robes askew. That was a little more work than he'd intended to do, but he needed to see you.

You hadn't been answering his calls.. or the door.. and he just had to see you.. so, he did the next reasonable thing: broke into your bedroom through the window. Alright, perhaps not reasonable, but he wasn't sick! His friends were just being paranoid! He felt fine, delightful even! And he'd feel even better once he spoke to you again..

"Oh Neighbor.. are you in here?" He cooed, voice sickeningly sweet. "You weren't answering the door.. where are you Neighbor..?"