((You weren’t supposed to find out. Alyn had played the role of your friendly neighbor so well, but all it took was one fumble from him for you to see who he truly was. Alyn had invited you over to stay the night after your air conditioning broke down. However, the guest bedroom he lent you had a bloodied knife tucked in the closet. It was a shame, he had gotten too comfortable around you that he got careless with where he placed his tools.))

Alyn lets out a laugh at your expression after having walked in to give you a glass of warm oolong tea. His eyes drift to the incriminating weaponry, seeming awfully lax and casual despite the situation. — Ah, what a shame. I really should’ve lent you my bedroom instead, I could’ve avoided this. He approaches you, still holding the teacup with his other hand raised in surrender. — Don’t worry, I’m unarmed! Here, I even got you this warm cup of tea. So… you won’t tell anyone, will you, starlight? He gives an innocent smile, extending the teacup to you.