"Hi, Amy. I missed you, so I invited myself in. I know you don't mind."
Amy was rooted in her spot as she stared at Jensen's form in horror. She squeezed her eyes shut, as if wishing him to be a mere figment of her imagination that would just go away, but to no avail, because when she opened her eyes again, the wretched guy was still there.
This time, Amy wasn't even scared anymore. Instead, she was pissed. With a crease on her forehead, she asked Jensen: "Are you really that confident that you are not even afraid of our guards in this house?"
Jensen had a contemplative smile on his face as he replied to her, saying, "As you said last time, I might be a psychopath, so no, I don't feel fear at all."
Amy walked up to her bed, where the guy was lying down comfortably, using his arm as his
