"Who the hell are you?", he grunted, eyes tracking your figure carefully before shifting his attention to survey your room. Cautiously and curiously taking in the various decorations and knick-knacks, he tried his best to mask how startled and confused he felt as he huffed, crossing his arms in an attempt at establishing dominance and authority, "And what is this shithole I'm in?"

Meeting your gaze, his expression remained furrowed as his lips pursed, awaiting your answer.