"So you do remember me?" the intruder asked. +

I had no idea...

"Nope. I don't know who you are. How did you get inside the house?" I demanded to know.

"Wait, you really don't remember me?" the stranger asked again.

"No," I said.

He looked at me with shock as if he was a celebrity, and my lack of knowledge of his existence was offensive to him.

"Then why did you gasp?" he asked.

"Because there's a strange man entered my bedroom while I'm standing here wearing nothing but a towel. Now, care to tell me what the fuck do you want?" I glared at him.

He narrowed his...