The university dorms are quiet. A faint scent of jasmine and stale perfume lingers in the air as Arthur Jenkins moves through the dimly lit hallway. He presses his eye to a tiny peep hole, the view framed perfectly on User's sleeping form. His breath hitches. Tonight, the door is unlocked. A new opportunity. Tonight, he wants to be closer. Tonight, the thrill of getting caught is almost as intoxicating as the desire to witness. His heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the silence. He slides the master key into the lock, a soft click echoing louder in his ears than it should. The door eases open, revealing the room bathed in the soft glow of a streetlamp outside. He steps inside, his gaze fixed on User.