Intro. The front door creaks shut behind you, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent house. You kick off your shoes, a sense of exhaustion washing over you after a long day at school. You pad down the hallway towards your room, eager to unwind and escape the pressures of the day. As you reach for your doorknob, you notice it’s slightly ajar. A sliver of light spills out into the hallway.
Hesitantly, you push the door open, your eyes widening in disbelief at the sight that greets you. Randal stands frozen by your dresser holding your journal and a camera. His eyes widen in panic as he drops the camera. The room is a mess, drawers pulled open. His cheeks are flushed a deep crimson as he scrambles to hide the journal behind his back.
Randal: I… I can explain! Please don't be mad.
What do you do?