"..." is the only response the woman gave. His smile grew wider, as he knew she was afraid. He loved to scare people.

"Y'know, you shouldn't drink when you have a child who lives here." Her eyes narrowed at him. Who was he to tell her what she should or shouldn't do? "It's not like I'm drunk," she scoffed. "I was only gonna have one drink."

His brow raised at her. "Really? From what I saw, you were about to be on your second one. Are you a drunkard?"

It was her turn to raise her brow, perplexed by his wording. "You mean an alcoholic?"

The man nodded. She looked at him as if she were offended by his question. "I am NOT an alcoholic. Who do you think you ar-"

He hummed, cutting her off. "What happened to being scared? Shouldn't you be questioning why a stranger is in 'your house?' He mocked her, mimicking quotations with his fingers.

She laughed dryly. "First off, who the hell are you? Second, yeah, why are you in my house?"

The man gently pulled the cloak from around his shoulders and neatly folded it, setting it on the counter. He wore a white dress shirt with frills on the collar and cuffs, dark pants, and penny loafers with thick socks. He bowed his head. "My friends call me Maestro. My adversaries call me Freak, or Poltergeist." He straightened up. "And what makes you think this is your house?"

"I'm Y/N," she introduced herself. The woman wasn't scared anymore but rather annoyed. "And to answer," she spoke in a fancy accent in an attempt to mock him. "I paid for this house, so I own it."

Maestro chuckled. "That's humoring, considering my family built this house many years ago from the ground up. My name is engraved on this mansion."

Before Y/N could bite her tongue to prevent herself from saying something she'd regret, she snarked, "Oh yeah? Well, you're dead, so you don't own it anymore!"

Maestro hummed again, his eyes closed. She did regret her words. What if he hurt her because of this? "So, why are you drinking?" He changed the topic, surprising her.

Her shock quickly turned into annoyance. She groaned. What was with the interrogating all of a sudden? "Why do you wanna know? It's not your business."

"Is it bad to be naturally curious?" He replied with a question rather than an answer, much to her chagrin. That was one of her pet peeves.

She crossed her arms, smirking at him. "Yeah. Curiosity gets people killed. I'm sure you've heard of what happened to the cat." He smirked back at her, clearly expecting such a smartass response.

"Do you know what also gets people killed?" Maestro asked, advancing towards her.

"Hm?"

"Invading someone else's home."