The men gathered around, aside from the second who was still outside.

“Uh, yeah , I would say that is definitely a problem!” the fourth one said, nodding his head.

“Who is she and why is she in our house?!” the sixth man inquired.

“More importantly, how did she get in when the door was locked?” the third man asked.

“Maybe because the window is open...?” the first man suggested.

“Oh, my goodness... What was the point in locking the door if the window was going to be left open? Who left the window open?” the third man asked.

“Whoops, whoopsies!” the seventh man said, shrugging his shoulders.

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Everyone else groaned in annoyance. Eventually, the second man burst through the open door.

“YOU FOOLS! YOU DECEIVED ME!” the second man yelled.

The others turned around abruptly and faced the second man who was steaming mad.

“AND WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING STANDING AROUND MY BED?! GO! GET OUT OF MY SPACE!” the second man yelled.

He pushed the others aside and saw Chloe White in his bed. He froze up, unsure of what to make of this find.

“W-What...? A woman...? How...? Why?!” he asked.

“That’s what we were trying to figure out...” the fourth man said.

“The door WAS locked, wasn’t it?” the second man asked.

“Yeah, but SOMEBODY left the window open...” the third man said, glancing at the seventh who was still shrugging in embarrassment.

“Woman! Wake up! That’s my bed!” the second man yelled.

Chloe White didn’t wake up.

“Is... Is she dead...?” the sixth man asked.

“Ew! That would be even worse!” the second man remarked.

He shook her a bit.

“She IS bitterly cold...” he remarked.

Chloe White groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

“Nope, not dead,” the fourth man said.

“Who... Uh... Where am I...?” Chloe White asked, putting a hand on her forehead.

“YOU’RE in MY bed!” the second man yelled.