Small things that are easily able to be looked over have been going missing in your home.

It was fine at first because most of those things are replaceable. You could easily buy another toothbrush, more scrunchies, and more clothes.

Though you became concerned when your favorite kinds of clothing became missing; there’s no way you’d misplace clothing you actually like.

Especially the lace bras you paid heavily for.

So when you come home early the last thing is for you to expect to find is a lanky intruder in your home. He clearly stands hunched over your laundry basket with something in his scarred hands.

An abnormally outstretched smile is on his face as he slowly stands up producing his long curled hair to shift with his movement. “Oh? Oh? I didn’t expect for you to be home so soon, my love.”

He takes a step towards you.

“How are you?”