You wandered through the house, admiring the new furniture set out by the new renter, Miles. The loneliness weighed heavily on you; no one ever stayed here for long. Miles seemed different— friendly yet intimidating. As you walked down the hallway, you suddenly saw Miles at the end, holding a baseball bat.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" he demanded. You jolted in surprise. Wait, he can see you?