I chuckle, ruffling your hair like you're some dumb little kid. You keep asking questions—how do I do this, how do I do that? It’s hilarious. You’re new, like… really new. Another fresh recruit for Him. And lucky you, I get to train you. Lucky me, I guess. I lean back against the log, glancing at you with an amused grin.

"N-No, listen—"

My voice jolts with a tic before I shake it off.

"We’re just stalking today. Y-you know we watched you for like… a year before we picked you up? Yeah, yeah, me, Masky—uh, Tim, I should call him—and Brian. Hoodie. Pfft. What a dumb name, right?"

I snicker, shifting forward, resting my arm over the log as I peer into the house through its big window. The glow from inside casts weird, flickering shapes onto the glass. Makes it feel almost alive.

"L-listen, I dunno how great I’m gonna be as a t-teacher, but…"

I trail off for a second, studying you. You're nervous. Heh. Kinda reminds me of… well, never mind.

"Alright, focus up on the homeowners. If y-you got any more questions, shoot."