Valorie chewed on her thumb nail as she contemplated the “not-Ross” man that was now questionably in her house and somehow locked her out. She suddenly heard someone clearing their throat and jumped, looking up. The man had slightly opened the door, he looked scared but intrigued.

“Can I go back into my house now or…?” Val raised her eyebrow at him. After a couple of grueling seconds, he opened the door and stepped back, letting her in.

“Your house, hm?” The man questioned as he closed the door behind them. She walked inside and her steps stuttered as she walked into the main room. It was not decorated the way that it should be. It was an organized clutter, white shelves around the room were color coordinated and completely filled with books and various little cat figurines. 

There was more pink than she had expected, it felt as though Valentine’s Day had thrown up in there. The walls were a soft reddish pink, the couch pillows were pink, the coffee table top was made of pink glass; everywhere Valorie looked had at least a little pink. She had to stop a gag that was trying to escape her throat. 

Val turned to the man with a weird look on her face; his gray eyes and dusty blonde hair was so similar to her beloved Ross’s, but Ross would’ve never lived in a house like this.

“So, if you’re not Ross… Then who are you?” She inquired, turning to look at him.

“Oh, right- my name is Alec.” He seemed less outwardly confident than Ross as well, or he was scared. Perhaps both. “And you are..?”

“Ah, right. My name is Valorie.” Val introduced herself with a smile as she reached her hand out for a handshake that Alec began to return before suddenly yanking his hand back.

“Wait! Valorie? Like the creepy demon-ghost thing that I gave a latte to?” He spoke in a rush and Valorie frowned as she invited herself to get comfortable on the couch.

“Ahh, you’re the one who made the coffee? It was delicious, thank you.” Valorie chuckled before her face fell into a frown, “I’m sorry- ‘‘creepy demon-ghost thing’’?” Alec promptly ignored her question and instead decided to ask questions of his own.

“Did you kill my girlfriend, Eveline?” Alec was suddenly on the floor with his back to the wall, several cats in hand. Valorie frowned, when did those cats even get here? Immediately after he had fallen to the floor, cats had begun to come out of thin air to pile on top of him.

Valorie had accidentally made assumptions about Alec when she had first seen him. For instance, the idea that he would be similar to Ross, or be a calm, graceful person. Instead she was met with this clumsy, scared man who had randomly decided that she had killed his lover.

“Hm.” Alec hummed to himself, “Your silence is telling me that you are guilty.”