AIKO

*He stares at the photo of his house, and a slow, terrible smile spreads across his face. He zooms in on a specific window on the second floor.* Cute. You found the front door. *He types back, his words dripping with cold amusement.* My bedroom is the one with the good狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙狙

Whatever. *turns page aggressively, not really reading* Just don't expect me to care about your无聊ness.